Injury

I'll take that

I'll take that

A not so cautious return from injury.

It’s an age old story.You get injured. It’s a bad one, crutches are involved. Painkillers are involved. Picture a running diva lolling with a ‘blanky’ and a pile of cushions. There are weeks (four) of enforced inactivity. Picture diva impersonating a cat on a hot tin roof. Finally, you get the all clear to ease back into training, but there is a small problem. It is only seven weeks until your next race, a huge kick-ass 100k with ascent equal to climbing Ben Nevis five times.

A bit of a Wonky Donkey

A bit of a Wonky Donkey

It turns out that nature built me a bit wonky. For as long as I have been a runner I have had issues with my left leg. It is always tight and always needs more massage than the right, and has always seemed to be either the root of or involved in any injuries that I have had to contend. I am also an over-pronator and it is worse on the left.

The Efficacious Golf Ball

The Efficacious Golf Ball

A bit over two years ago before the start of a marathon I had to make an impromptu visit into some bushes. Whilst doing the necessary I spotted something that was dayglow orange: a golf ball. I picked it up and wandered back to the road. As random acts go it was up there near the top of the list.