Injury feels as though it’s healing…
For those of you out there who have no interest in running, you’re probably finding my blogs very boring lately… maybe you have always found them boring and you’re just humouring me by reading them… who knows. I will continue typing anyway…
I just wanted to share my hope with you y’see.
My newfound hope that I may be running again soon! My shin splints (self diagnosed with the help of google) seems to be healing. I am lucky in the sense that the shin splints were like a delayed effect and came on the day after a run. So I have never actually been running with the injury or through the injury as I know some people do. I haven’t ran since the injury, allowing it the time to heal. It was hard not to, but I had to keep reminding myself to listen to my body. I had to summon up the physiotherapist in me and adhere to the advice. Now if this persists, I am going to have to visit a physio but I am going to see if it will heal by itself first.
I did go to the gym and did 40 minutes on that elliptical trainer thing I spoke about in a previous blog. I also did my usual 17 mile cycle and did the ‘climbing stairs machine’ in the gym also, all of which didn’t aggravate my injury. The only thing that seems to aggravate it is the motion of walking and the contact my foot has with the ground, so running is out of the question. Walking is being introduced gradually and today it feels a lot stronger.
When I did my running plan, I added in an extra two weeks in the event of injury or say, if I got swine flu or something that would prevent me from running. So, I do have up to two weeks to rest without jeopardizing my training.
If it heals, I will start running again on grass or preferably sand. I am off to Galway tomorrow for a couple of months. I am sure there will be a beach there I can run on that will lessen the impact.
It’s funny but when you have been enjoying doing something for a long time, like running and it suddenly becomes a forbidden activity, you start to become a little obsessive about it. I find myself rubbernecking when joggers pass me by and then filling up with envy.
I have got to get back out there soon and I have got to run in the Dublin City Marathon.
Fingers and toes and shin splints crossed.
Marathon Training Update – Shin Splints
I’m doing my absolute nut these days…
I’ve been doing great with my training and for the last ten weeks I’ve been slowly building to my peak which was a sixteen mile run on Thursday. I did it in good time so was in great spirits altogether.
The run itself was hard work definitely and I felt where my weaknesses were by the end of it. It was the first run in my training programme that actually had me aching after it. I was also aware of the need to be more toned up and well compacted in the abs/core area and made a pact with myself to really strengthen up in that respect.
Then on Sunday, I did a four-miler on the treadmill to give my joints a rest from the concrete. I like to combine the two, keeping the treadmill for short runs and while doing so, try and push myself a bit on time. Anyway, On Monday I woke up to my worst nightmare… the dreaded shin splints. Now I don’t know if it is shin splints, I kinda diagnosed myself.
Shin Splints cover a range of different injuries in and around the shin bone and the surrounding muscles. From my google self diagnosis, I know the pain is in my Tibial anterior muscle:
The most painful bit is that part that kinda narrows down as it reaches the ankle. I can’t walk on it for long without it becoming painful. The part where I have to lift my foot up to take another step is the tricky bit and then my foot sort of stomps down. Banjaxed.
I can cycle fine, though I had the misfortune of getting a puncture on my way to work and had to walk with the shin splints and my punctured bike for about two miles. We were like a double act, the bike and me and I was in agony by the time I got to work. I haven’t run since Sunday and it is killing me to abstain. I can’t figure out which is worse, the actual injury or having to stop training.
If it persists, I am hoping to see a physio. I am going to the gym this evening to do some leg presses and use that elliptical trainer thingy and see if I can do some strengthening exercises:
(That’s not me on it by the way! ha! no, I haven’t changed race)
I really hope this is a short term thing and that I can get back into training soon…
Builders Bum…
I just saw a fella at work bend over to study the labels of boxes that were stacked on the ground.
He was down there for a while cuz he needed to do a bit of rummaging.
He had a classic case of builders bum.
In all seriousness, isn’t it great that we have introduced the wearing of clothing as an enforsed law?
Imagine how horrific everyday activities would be, if we didn’t wear clothes;
simple things like running down the stairs or being in a crowded train or eating your sandwiches…
Doesn’t bear thinking about…
Born into a pack of ginger nuts…
I have just been chinwagging for the last hour about twins.
I never knew that identical twins were created from the same egg which then divides into two. I felt like a bit of a moron when I revealed that ignorant nugget of information about myself in the midst of the flow of conversation. I don’t really know how I thought they were created. I think it’s amazing now that I’ve been educated about it and I will be smiling to myself in my knowledge when I see a pair of them next.
I wonder if my ignorance is due to the fact that I went to a convent school…
The nuns never told us anything about the birds and the bees now that I think of it. My parents never said a word about it either. I just kinda found out myself ha! – I would have preferred it that way anyway because I would have died of embarrassment…
Anyway the conversation sort of went off in a tangent and we wound up talking about foxy haired people.
I have been informed that they’re ‘dying out’.
I come from a family of six fine foxy haired red blooded Irish creatures, complete with white eyebrows and freckles, the lot of them. I was born with jet black hair then, slap bang in the middle of all the ginger nuts. They called me the postmans daughter. No one ever knew me as a Walsh, it was great, I could get away with murder.
One day, waaaaaaaay back when Taytos were only 9p, I was walking down the road with the ginger nuts. It was a beautiful Summers day, I remember it well and we heading to a pool in the rocks where we used to swim. An american couple passed by in the car anyway, stopped suddenly, then quickly reversed. All I heard was “aoh my god, look at their hair! – Oh wow! freckles too!!!” as they jumped out with a camera. They asked us all to sit up on the gate and pose for a picture. I was asked to step aside out of the picture and that they’d take one of me on my own later, as she wanted to get a picture of the ginger nuts together.
She proceeded to take a number of photos of all the foxy ones and then she jumped into her car and sped off! [insert violin music here]…
