I am becoming more and more convinced that last year’s injury was the best thing that could have happened to me.
Being forced to take a four month break from running made me aware of how much I missed it, and building back up through a walk/run programme made me remember how much joy was to be had from a 30 min pootle through the trees of the local park.
Watching runners from the sidelines made me hungry to be running again and watching faster runners made me want to push harder to improve, but best of all, the enforced break from parkrunning means that I can no longer earn my 250 t-shirt by my 5th anniversary.
Suddenly, my non-negotiable compulsion to parkrun every Saturday seems to have softened. More and more, I catch myself considering Saturday morning races which would mean *lowers voice* missing parkrun.
My priorities have changed, and I have even admitted that ultra training is currently more important to me than parkrun.
Now, don’t get me wrong, if I injure myself again tomorrow, I will be gutted, and if there is any way to combine parkrun with ultra training, I will find it. But all things considered, it’s just possible that my injury may have paved the way to some very exciting things.