Hello my lovely running fiends,
So, this time last week I had a very sore ball of foot and was in full "drama queen mode" in terms of how I was taking this little set back. Thank god for this place though, and you very kind people who lifted my spirits up. xxx
So, whilst I didn't handle it very well emotionally, I am proud of myself for how I handled it physically. No running the minute I got the pain, lots of icing, some gentle exercises I found on YouTube and a serious deployment of patience. By Thursday, the pain had gone away almost entirely. Friday, I walked quite a lot, and again no pain. So guess what I did this morning? Yes, of course I took aforementioned foot (along with its pal, ole right foot), out for a test run.
Joy is not a strong enough word for what I felt out on this morning's run. The last time I had run, it was in Norwich, as I was at my mother's house. Grim. She lives on a very built-up housing estate, and there is nowhere nice to run – it is very much a concrete jungle (apart from one very short stretch of heathland, and I don't feel incredibly safe running there). Last week – back in London, but no running due to injury. I cannot tell you how much I was missing my beloved green running trails and tree-lined streets! Also, the "black dog" made a tiny reappearance this week due to various issues I am facing, so to get out there today , amongst the trees and the parakeets that screech around the park, was special and much needed.
I left home at 7:15am, and it was rather warm, but I was well hydrated and in my favourite shorts and vest. Although my HM plan had me down for a paced run of 5-10km, I went out thinking that I would just do what I could do, and if any pain returned, to stop. I found it hard to keep to the 7 min km pace I was supposed to be following, as my wee legs are more comfortable at a 6:30 min pace, but I did my best, for the sake of ole left foot. And you know what, no foot pain at all. I am so relieved. I ended up running 8km. And best of all, I came home feeling much calmer, and happier – nothing beats running for keeping my mind calibrated, it just helps so much and I am so grateful that I now have this in my life, especially as things have been tough of late.
To anyone still on the IC, I do feel for you, and want to wish you all speedy recoveries. And failing that, patience and kindness.
Sorry for rambling!
Sadie-runs xxx