I didn’t expect that this post would come so soon into September, with Part 2 not being that long ago, but sometimes stories need to be shared when they happen, and not when the editorial calendar suggests. What began as a way for me to remember and share my journey to my first half marathon is finishing up early, with a “maybe next year”.
5 weeks ago I pulled up sore from one of my long runs. I took a week off and saw my Chiropractor about it. At the time we thought it was just my knee playing up (again!) so with some tape across the front I did my 15km long run. That was 3 days before Part 2 was published. My calf had had enough and I haven’t been able to run since.
I switched to seeing a Physio and did all the exercises she asked. I didn’t want to miss my chance to run on the Gold Coast whilst I was up there for Problogger. I was determined that I would beat this injury and see both the start and finish lines. My first race this year I ran injured and the second one I had to pull out of altogether, I didn’t want this to be the same. But it wasn’t to be.
The calf appeared to have healed, but then another injury decided that it would join the party. My body had had enough and just cracked it with me. I tried the sports injury massage that was supposed to help relieve some of the issues, and it left me with a limp and struggling to walk let alone do the 5km test run. With 5 weeks to go I woke up to the fact that if it hurts to run 50 metres then 21.1km is just not possible this time.
Training stopped being fun around the time that my training plan got more red “missed runs” than yellow completed ones. I really didn’t want to let go of this. I am a finisher, sometimes to a fault. But trying to run injured only leads to getting more injured and feeling deflated about all the things, and I don’t want that for me.
Will it be sad come race day that I’m not out there running? Probably. But so many friends will be running their own races that I can’t wait to cheer on.
It’s not all bad news though. With my racing season over I can recover at my own pace and spend the Spring and Summer running for the fun of it. No times or distances or deadlines. Just me, the sunshine and some tunes to keep me plodding along. I’m not sure that I’m really a racer anyway. I’m not competitive and crowds make me anxious like you wouldn’t believe. Just me and my favourite running path is where I find my running bliss.
Maybe in a year’s time my body will have passed this injury phase and running a half will be something I can do without all the problems that plagued me this year. Or maybe I’ll just continue to run for fun and be the cheer squad that my team needs.
Medals and bibs are awesome, but feeling great and running for the fun of it is just as important. Now for the road to recovery!
What are your favourite tips when you need to change your focus?