I really, really want my foot to be healed. I thought it was. I walked on it. It seemed fine. I ran on it. It seemed fine. And it didn’t hurt. Not really. Not enough to stop me running on it in any case.
But every time I tried to say it was healed, I stopped. I could say “It’s healing” or “It’s much better than it was” or “Running doesn’t seem to be making it worse.” but not “It’s healed” or “It’s fine” or “Long runs, here I come.” And every time I went for a run, I waited for the pain, for the Sword of Damocles to fall. And, when it came down to it, the only statement that I could make about my foot was this:
I still know which foot is injured.
So I took myself back to the physio. He has given me two choices. He says that I can continue to run on it, on the basis that a little bit of stress might encourage it to heal, or I can rest a little longer and let it finish healing in peace.
I’ll be honest. I am drawn to option one. I’m only two parkruns away from a global Cowell, and only five away from my UK Cowell*. But if it goes wrong and that sword does fall then I’ll be out of action again and might end up missing South Downs Way 50 in April and Thames Path 100 in May.
So I’ve chosen option two. I am going to rest a little bit longer** and wait until my injured foot feels the same as my uninjured foot. Because even if that takes another two months, I should still be up and running again in time for SDW50.
This had better work!
*I have run at 98 different parkrun venues, and 95 different UK venues.
**With patience and good grace.