Another trip to the physio this morning and not much has changed. I can still tolerate the tendon being rubbed but the calf is still very tight. Looks like I’ll have to give running another go tomorrow to see what happens. She taped both of my feet this morning and it feels weird; not uncomfortable, just strange. I am also getting a referral to the sports podiatrist to see if they can help.
Wednesday I managed another 45minute session on the cross-trainer without any problems. The rest of the week dribbled into Friday and here I am underdone this week, again. I wanted to get up Thursday morning and do a gym session, but poor FD#1 was bouncing out of her skin so I did the right thing and took her for a 45minute walk instead. With food shopping on Thursday night, there went any chance of a gym session last night.
I woke this morning at 5.30am thinking of another cross trainer hit out and realised it probably wasn’t a good thing to rev up the legs when I was off to the phsyio at 8am. Then I lay there thinking gym again; and then I realised how tired I was and I rolled into the kitchen for a coffee and spent 30 minutes torturing myself on the foam roller in front of the morning TV news! I tell you, you miss a few runs and the apathy just washes over you…but I am tired as well. I think 10.30pm to bed is too late for me and I really need to focus on getting into bed earlier. Or, more likely, it is all the interrupted night’s sleep I’ve been getting lately because the weather has been horrible! Thankfully a cooler change is on the way, both for my running and my sleeping.
I am planning on a group run in the morning…shhh…don’t tell the phsyio! It doesn’t hurt while I run, just after. If I go slow and steady and ice like mad I should be ok. I am sick of not running. I do promise to stop if it gets to be a problem and walk, sulking, back to the car. I will still stick with the cross trainer this coming week, on training program, but I really want to run tomorrow again, even if it’s only a few lousy kms!
My name is Karen. I am a 43yo single mum of two awesome teenagers...no truly, they are. In my search (of late) for a bit of direction in my life, I have set myself a goal of competing in the Canadian Death Race in late July 2011. In my quest to do the improbable, I also want to raise funds for the Lung Foundation of Australia in honour of the memory of my mum, Kerry. I hope that you enjoy following my progress, and are able to contribute to a worthy cause!!
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