Karen writes: A week of ups and downs
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.
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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