So the surgeon is at the end of my bed and I'm giving my best sad-eyed look and asking "so, can I go running again soon?".
"Running!" he snorts, "running? no my friend", with a swept back mane of hair, a slavic accent and a full-on Paddington (as in the bear stare) he does quite a good line in intimidation, "you're not go to run for a while. At least three weeks,. Six is better! And no peleton bikes either!"
Everything he says is seeming punctuated with exclamation marks instead of full stops. He's really quite impressive.
I consider murmuring "I don't even have a peleton bike", after all, ours is a hands-on relationship: his hands; my oopsy-la-las. But I'm stilly woozy from anaesthetic and by nature easily cowed.
"Oh, alright then" I reply instead and maybe I looked a bit upset because he does give a nice smile,
"Hey, it went well, you're going to be OK, it will hurt like hell but it'll get better".
Well, that was a few days ago and it has hurt but really I'm in quite a lucky place. Time will help heal things and then I'm back to running at some point in the new year. Given how things feel at the moment six weeks sounds about right. Apart from missing the running and the races and the company it's also a concern about how to start running again given a lack of exercise ("you must rest! understand?!") and the temptations of Christmas too. But I'm going to do a bit of calorie control and aim to be sensible about re-starting exercise. There's also volunteering at Parkrun for a bit of vicarious pleasure too.
So to all you lovely runners out there: have you had an enforced absence? How did you cope? What worked / didn't work for you when resuming?
Happy running everyone and season's greeting too