Quasimodo

It's been a strange couple of days.
Yesterday I got up during the night and walked downstairs in a twisted, tortured and extremely inelegant way. Everything seemed to have siezed up and I dragged myself down the stairs looking like Quasimodo.
I was mostly OK after that, and spent most of the day virtually ache free until it came to around 4pm when the tops of my shoulders began to ache... then my stomach muscles.. then my legs.
I'd been for a run and decided to make it a recovery run and just take it nice and slow and steady. I felt like I was crawling along so when I got home to see my pace overall had been 10.14mm I was shocked. Have I forgotten how to run an 11 minute mile? I doubt it, but I couldn't do it yesterday.

My foot had been aching during the run, so much so that I loosened my lace which eased things off. I've had a bit of a niggle in my left foot since West Pinchbeck. I'm sure it was tying my lace too tight that day. At the time it was just a minor irritation, but the top of my foot has felt a bit delicate since.

I didn't want to go to yoga last night either. I was tired and I just wanted to sit down and do nothing. I told Graeme I was considering asking William if it would be OK to change my yoga day to Thursday (as this is my rest day), but Graeme said he thought I'd been given the Monday class for a reason... after all the hard work I do at the weekend, maybe Monday was the perfect time to stretch it all out.
I knew he was right... I went!

How typical that this was the most difficult yoga class I had ever done. It was a stand in teacher who chose a very advanced programme. She was the thinnest bendiest person I have ever met. Now, I'm not a big lass... but I could have made up 2 of her!
Again, I looked like Quasimodo as I desperately tried to do the things she was demonstrating. Everybody else seemed to manage with ease, and she kept coming over to help me as I clearly wasn't managing at all. Liz (our main teacher) always says she's impressed by how much I can do for a beginner... but yesterday I felt like an unmoveable unbendable brick. I even wanted to cry at one point because of the pain. What the hell is the point of the "Lotus position" anyway!
Afterwards, she did tell me that running normally makes people terrible at yoga because for running you are doing one thing to your muscles and in yoga you need to do the opposite!

So, I came home... bit Graemes' head off for no reason, nicked one of his Indomecitin tablets for my foot and tried to calm myself down after what seemed like one hell of a day! (I later apologised for snapping at him).

This morning I got up and emailed William straight away about my foot. I knew if I left it until I'd got to work, my foot would be feeling fine and I'd just end up running tonight. He answered straight back saying I'm to have a zero tolerance on pain from weight bearing exercise and to cross train until Sundays' race, and see how it goes with ice and ibuprofen.
I'm certain it will be absolutely fine, and I'm glad I emailed and didn't leave it any longer! So... swimming tonight I think, and maybe a sauna afterwards to make me feel relaxed and calm.