Category Archives: injury
Sorry, not sorry
“How’s your ankle?” “Seems fine. Didn’t mutter at all during last night’s head torch run on the common.” My physio looked at me. “Last night’s what?” I shuffled my feet and tried to look innocent. “Last night’s head torch run … Continue reading
Somewhere in a parallel universe
I was being so sensible. I was on for a medal in the “most sensible injured runner” category. I was going to be the poster child for injury rehab, a myth spoken of in awed whispers. I was going to … Continue reading
Rehab like you love it
It’s been six weeks since I rolled my ankle and five since I started rehab, and I’m doing my best to rehab like I love it. I’ve invested in a tri membership at my local gym which gives me unlimited access … Continue reading
What a waste
Lakeland 100 has been my focus pretty much all year and with one misstep it has been taken away from me. When I think of the time that I devoted to learning the terrain: the evenings at pretty much each … Continue reading
The picture of G Louise A
There’s a portrait of me in our attic. It’s in the middle of a monumental hissy fit, has destroyed everything within touching distance and is looking around for more stuff to throw. I’m hoping it finds what it needs because … Continue reading
Listening to my body
I admit it. My ankle does not look good. The bruising is extensive – impressive and alarming in equal measure. But the strange thing is that it feels fine. Not “I’m being stoic and trying to play down the pain” … Continue reading
Caught in the crossfire of an intergod spat (featuring South Oxhey parkrun and Coulsdon XC)
“I miss janathon. Can I invent febathon, so you have to keep blogging?” – Abradysis My training has been going well. Really, really well. I’ve missed very few sessions, my base pace has been gradually speeding up and my endurance … Continue reading
Recovering, one day at a time.
Thames Path 100 broke me, but the body is an amazing contraption with mind-boggling powers of self-repair, and over the ten days it has been gradually putting itself back together again and preparing for the next great adventure. TP100 +1 … Continue reading
Damoclesian swords and idiotic onions
Last summer, when I was injured, I came to the conclusion that my brand of idiocy comes in onion form. Peel off one layer and you reveal another, equally idiotic. Carry on peeling, and you will only discover more idiocy … Continue reading
Thank goodness for stress fractures
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, … Continue reading