I am glad we still have a whole 10 weeks to go before our next
marathon. The last few weeks have been a bit hit and miss in terms of
training, with my dodgy shoulder, Kate's brush with surgery etc. 4 weeks into my new training diary there have been a few high points, but mostly I seem to be describing more treatments than training activities.
So me and
littlest daughter spent hours last night in town at the after hours clinic, got
home late, and this morning I dragged myself up out of bed while the rest of the whanau had a much deserved sleep-in. I headed out for a run to test the knee and while it had been hard to get up it turned out to be the most gorgeous antidote to such a dubious week. Cold and beautiful Auckland just waking up, I ran for 4km along the coast feeling the woes work
themselves out. Couldn't resist stopping to take this picture at Te Puru, the footprints weren't
mine, I had seen a troupe of scout-like people scuttling about
wrapped in blankets and dressing gowns making tracks and squealing in the
frost...I was feeling a bit wimpier than usual and didn't want to get my feet
cold. Gorgeous though isnt it? Anyway, I managed 8km in total
before stopping because of warning signs from the knee. It feels a bit better, but I'm not going to be
daft and push it to a self-destruct point like I did last week.
Unfortunately I went a
bit mad last week and got over-enthusiastic about running up and down big hills, too much over too little time and this resulted in an upset left knee. Picture from Thursday recording my pace over a 10km run - it shows what happens when the ileotibial band gives up trying and pace degenerates into
a miserable hobble. Funny how much worse it is going down a hill!
I took a couple of days off running...got that
decision right. The decision I didn't get right however was the one I made on
Friday night when I picked howling small daughter up off the concrete after an
un-witnessed fall. I wiggled, poked and then bandaged the offending limb, gave her a
cuddle and a pat and sent her off to play. Play she did, very happily
too, until Saturday evening when I had another look, oops, broken.
Another nurse laughed when I told her and warned the child that having a
nurse for a mum could be a disadvantage. Sorry small person.
So me and
littlest daughter spent hours last night in town at the after hours clinic, got
home late, and this morning I dragged myself up out of bed while the rest of the whanau had a much deserved sleep-in. I headed out for a run to test the knee and while it had been hard to get up it turned out to be the most gorgeous antidote to such a dubious week. Cold and beautiful Auckland just waking up, I ran for 4km along the coast feeling the woes work
themselves out. Couldn't resist stopping to take this picture at Te Puru, the footprints weren't
mine, I had seen a troupe of scout-like people scuttling about
wrapped in blankets and dressing gowns making tracks and squealing in the
frost...I was feeling a bit wimpier than usual and didn't want to get my feet
cold. Gorgeous though isnt it? Anyway, I managed 8km in total
before stopping because of warning signs from the knee. It feels a bit better, but I'm not going to be
daft and push it to a self-destruct point like I did last week.
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