Because of work and my physio recommending that I don’t run on two consecutive days for now, I didn’t really get a second run in until Sunday. It was ace. My legs felt great and I felt pain free. I hesitated going because I was scared that I’d get injured again, but my worries were unfounded. Phew!
Monday I went for a slow recovery walk and I was sore in the muscles from the day before, but otherwise fine. Tuesday can only be summed up as a bad run. All runners have them and it was something I was dreading, but my legs felt heavy, my lungs hurt from the freezing air and I had a dull soreness the whole 3km. Thankfully, I’ve experienced enough of them to know it was coming and to just write it off as a junk run and not read too much into it.
Wednesday I went for another walk to loosen my legs and try to make my day feel brighter. My hip is giving me some trouble when I’m walking, but I’m working to get that back to where it should be. Thursday I worked, so I didn’t have time to get out and run, but I’m seeing this as a good thing as my legs were fresh for today’s run.
Today marks a year since I tore my calf in two places and I’m only just coming back from it now. Today’s run was a good one. It wasn’t pain free, but I did find that joy in running that made me miss it so terribly. After my intervals (which are 30m run / 50m walk x 25 this week) I accidentally ran at the start of the cool down and just let myself run at what felt like a slow, steady pace waiting for the beep that didn’t come. I didn’t run more than 70-80m but there was no real pain and it felt happy.
I know there’s such a long way still to go, but all that time off and the lessons I’ve learnt about running since I tore my hamstring back in 2014 seem to be making such a difference to my running mindset this time. I realise that this is not only a gift but that it is (for me, at least) meant to be fun.
I love that my hard work since August, 2014 is starting to show. I don’t wish to cause myself another injury that sidelines me, so I’m happy to go at the recovery pace that my body needs. Training comes later, this is my slow, tiny, victory lap.