Well... that's what my Facebook page says. I'm feeling the opposite at the moment.
This week has been horrendous. I feel so miserable and could probably do with being given a good slap to sort myself out. My blog tonight is an attempt to slap myself back to being my normal self... the person who doesn't normally need much motivation to get going, and always tries to look on the brighter side of any situation.
In order to get back to this state though, I have to fully admit how I'm actually feeling at the moment... so here goes!
INJURIES SUCK! Yes, on a scale of how shit things are, injuries are fairly high up there. Of course, there are always people in much worse situations, and I am glad not to be one of the many unfortunate souls with far more serious issues on my plate, but as far as my life goes, this is the worst situation I have been in (from a running point of view) since first starting to run in May 2008.
I have had niggles before, and even a nightmare bursa situation that had me off work for a week because I couldn't walk, but I have never had something drag on this long before. It has now been 9 weeks since I ran anything longer than 4 miles. That's a lot of weeks off. I had my little, "Oh, it will be OK, I'll cross train to keep fit" stint, but I am just sick and tired of trying to substitute running with stuff I don't enjoy nowhere near as much. This week I have rebelled and not done anything, but that hasn't made me feel any better either. To make matters worse, Graeme (who does no exercise at all) has been running, cycling, doing deadlifts, squats and core work... and his brother has been here doing it all too. I feel even more of a failure. Like I said... injuries suck... they are shit, and I hate them.
My foot at the moment is a bit numb. I think it's the anti inflammatories as one of the side effects is a sort of pins and needles feeling in the feet and hands. Tomorrow will be the third full day I have been taking the tablets so I shall reassess then if I should continue taking them. Other than the numbness my foot feels OK... but it always is if I don't run. Next attempt to run is Saturday.
So, I am going to continue to wallow in self pity for one more day. Thursdays are always a rest day anyway, and I shall just view it as another day that I have fully rested my foot. Friday I shall do some deep water running (although my suit and shoes for it are nowhere in sight yet, so I will have to stick with the flotation belt and ankle weights for now) and on Saturday I am going to do a run on the treadmill and attempt 3 minutes run and 1 minute walk for around 2 miles. If I'm successful, I will stick to this run/walk split for a week and not run on consecutive days. If my suit and shoes for the DWR come, then I can do that on alternative days.
I'm not looking forward to getting my fitness back up, although that pain will be far more appreciated than the pain of sat around watching others training while I do nothing. Actually, it will be strange to watch VLM on Sunday. I have not watched it since becoming a runner, because for the last 2 years I have ran it. The last time I watched it on the TV (April 2008), I actually said to my mam, "What nutter would want to run that far?". Oh how things have changed!
So, I have had to pull out of 2 races so far this year... both ultras and both devastating to have to give up on. I'm not having a DNS for the Clyde Stride... I'm just not!
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