I also know that a number of you have noticed not so many selfies the past week or so.
And that is because I am injured. All the sadfaces.
The thing that makes it feel worse right now is that it was probably avoidable if I had been following the plan my coach gave me.
I HAD been following it in terms of getting the runs in, but I’d been extending some of the shorter runs, adding in extras here and there and really pushing myself a lot harder than I have ever done before. I upped my mileage by more than my training plan asked, and then I upped it again.
I was just feeling so GOOD you see. So strong. I’d been busting out new distances and just LOVING my running in a way that was missing earlier in the year. It turns out I was loving it a bit too much, and I have a suspected overuse injury, a stress fracture, in my foot. Adding insult to injury (or more accurately, injury to injury) I realised I was in trouble half way into my long run last week. The problem with the realisation that the nagging ache was turning into a sharp pain when 16 kilometres from the car in the middle of nowhere is that you have to get back to where you started. I did it, but there was a lot of swearing and a fair few tears.
There have been many more tears in the days since, mostly because I really don’t know yet the extent of the damage and what it means for my marathon hopes.
I’ve been x-rayed and scanned and am waiting on results, so as you read this if you could send a few miracle vibes my way I would truly appreciate it. Some of you are familiar with my exceptionally bad luck in the lead up to races (‘bad luck’ could also be read as ‘daft behaviour’ sometimes, just saying…) and I’ve been an emo mess waiting to find out what it all means in terms of recovery time. The most irritating thing is that I can’t just go for a walk to clear my head, which has been my saving grace through other enforced non-running periods. I have however pushed myself out of my comfort zone and started attending a Bootcamp class so as to try and keep my fitness up as best I can. It is lots of fun, but it isn’t running.
And the moral of the story?
Listen to your coaches. Do as I say, not as I do.
I am forever reminding our Learn to Run groups to slow down, and then slow down some more… that just because you CAN push yourself really hard and get there quicker doesn’t always mean you should.
This is why mates. This is why. If only I was smart enough to follow my own advice hey?
I’ll keep you updated.