The first time I buggered my knee. The second time it rained, and I thought I would die of misery. Today was cold but sunny, a bit muddy, generally nice apart from the fact that I was running.
I'm trying to change my technique so that I cover a bit more ground, focusing on landing heel first and trying to push off with the ball of my foot. It definitely seemed I was moving further with each stride but bloody hell it was hard work. Seems to use much more energy so the first mile I was doing a lot of walk-run. And concentrating to try to keep the 'new' form up was hard too.
At mile 2, I developed an injury.
Actually I developed it around mile 1 but pretended it wasn't happening. When I finally stopped to look there was blood all over my trainers and ankle. Tasty.
Scooby the wonderdog and I completed the first lap and I limped back to the car hoping to find a first aid kit and some plasters. No such luck.
What I DID find was some cotton wool pads and some gaffa tape. And lo, the day was saved.
Yes, I really did use gaffa tape to hold myself together. And it was bloody marvellous. Comfortable, supportive, and it stayed on! I may have to carry some at the marathon or just wrap it around my whole body at the start like a mummy, just to make sure I don't leave any of myself behind on the course. I think I will put some plasters in my bum bag too, though. And I need longer socks. Probably. I'm blaming them.
Completed the 4.5 mile run without further incident. I'm aching and clearly not as fit as I was before my injury, but I'm telling myself the aching means I'm actually getting stronger. Maybe crazy rolling foot running is actually good for me. Only time will tell.
Today's lessons are that there's an engineering solution for everything, and that you can never have too much gaffa tape.
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