The job of a blog

I did 40 minutes on a 5:5 run/walk yesterday and I didn't enjoy it. My foot was bad enough in the first mile I seriously thought about stopping, however it did ease off enough that the last 5 minutes walking was the only other 'uncomfortable' part. I iced (twice last night), took ibuprofen, elevated, rested.... despite that, my foot was hurting. I was gutted. I often wonder if I really have had a stress fracture, because it's pretty much taking the same amount of time to recover as that would. So to say I was feeling miserable was an understatement, and I couldn't help but feel that running again would never feel comfortable. I had a sudden flash back to last year, when that thought entered my head, and I remembered having similar feelings over my neuroma.

I didn't sleep well either. My cat Emma is definitely enjoying being the only cat in the house and has turned into the most loving (and uncharacteristically brave) cat ever. She spent the whole night pawing me, trying to lick my face and purring so loud I couldn't sleep through it. If she wasn't so lovely, I'd have chucked her out of the room!

Rising this morning, I was amazed to find that the foot pain was relatively gone and I have only a mild ache (which seems to be the norm these days). Even walking into work wasn't as niggly as usual. William is an advocate of "Training to the point of pain" (and not beyond) and I wondered if this was anything to do with that.

I got into the branch, had some food and a green tea, and I've sat here and read all of my blogs from last year, from when I was injured. I'm pleased to say I'm not as down and depressed as I was back then... It's funny how you think things are the worst ever, until you get a chance to read back and see they actually aren't. But that's the job of a blog isn't it? To remind you of things in the past that hopefully won't be repeated, and remind yourself that (unfortunately) time heals, but healing takes time!