Running after injury feels a bit like life in general – it has its ups and downs. I recovered well from the 2XU Compression 15km run and would have had a great training week last week if it hadn’t been for a sore throat and sinus infection. Although I had to miss my running club’s Fartlek training on Wednesday night, I was almost back to my usual mileage by Sunday.
I ran 18km on a very hilly route on Saturday morning which felt fine but afterwards my foot complained. A lot. When I woke up Sunday morning, it was ever more sore, the sorest it has been since the original injury, so I knew that the sensible thing was to drop any running plans for the day.
I was worried, wondering if I was looking at a future of 10km races (if I was lucky). Reading horror stories online of people needing to take six months off because of PTT injuries did little to quell the fear in my gut. Once again, Akmal, my physiotherapist, came to the rescue.
It’s alright, lah, he says. It’s normal lah. After doing some heavy massage and stretching on the foot and ankle on Monday, he ordered me to run 15km yesterday. Really?! Yes, really.
I only did 10km as it was stinking hot, the battery on my Garmin died – and what’s the point of running a kilometre that can’t be recorded for posterity, right?! – and I’m still sniffling and coughing. These are my three excuses for when I see Akmal today. The foot still aches but he assures me that this is caused by stiffness in my ankle joint, something that will take time and work to sort. The good news is that part of the work involves running.
Tonight, coughing or not, I plan to return yet again to my running cub to do 8 x 500 m acceleration reps. It won’t be pretty but as I feel the ‘delight’ that is my lactic threshold, I will try and remind myself how grateful I am to be there.