So it's been six and a half weeks since my foot screamed at me after my last HM and I haven't run sinceπ’. I've wallowed and wailed πand eaten and drunk far too much. This Monday I started turning things around a bit! I'm trying to be positive: my June medal for the 2019 jigsaw just arrived with a 200k ribbon which I would never achieve running alone, I've rediscovered my bike and will definitely use it for cross training once I can run again, I've got a cancellation slot on Sunday for my MRI so that won't delay any recovery, this morning both my feet were the same size when I got up, I've discovered a seated abs workout which I can easily do every day before work (aha, so pre-work cross strength training is the way to go in future - so often I cop out because by the time I get round to it everyone is home and I feel daft), this week I'm eating better (think bone growth nutrition), the alcohol has stayed behind closed doors and I'm back on the scales with myfitnesspal letting me know just how much good stuff I can eat after a long ride.
Today was supposed to be W1D1 of my HM training which is sad; although I haven't cancelled either booked race yet, I've almost come to terms with having to.
But there's a sting in the tail? Last night the inevitable question was raised by my OH - 'how will you know what caused it .... maybe you can't run marathons'.
I've been waiting for this ... I simply snapped 'I don't run marathons' ... but it will come up again. I'm definitely not ready for those sort of questions and insinuations - only 'when can I start running?' and 'how slowly do I need to build up?' π