No, I’m not expanding this blog to include debates about misogynistic song lyrics, it’s still about running. I’m thinking more about that line between being injured and not being injured. Or as I think of it: is it a good hurt (i.e. I did lots in the gym, I did an awesome hilly run and now I have to walk downstairs backwards) or a bad hurt (oh, I don’t think my knee is supposed to feel like there’s a knife in the side of it)? When you’re really pushing it in training, it’s often a very blurred line, but I think that the longer you’ve been a runner, the more you just know when it’s a bad one.
I’m suffering from the bad sort of hurt at the moment. It’s not too bad walking around but it’s super painful on impact if I run. I didn’t see it coming but I think the main cause was going from being very disciplined about doing strength training to doing very little because I started doing a long commute for work and getting to my gym became harder. I went straight to the physio and I’ve been rehabbing more than Lindsey Lohan, I’ve been hitting the gym harder than Rocky, I’ve been rolling like a rapper (foam rolling). So I thought it would be a nice straight line from being injured to not being injured, but it wasn’t.
If I was going to draw a graph of the road back to not being injured it would look something like the course profile of the UTMB. Ooh, it’s feeling a bit better, I’ll try a run, ow that’s really sore again now, it’s definitely on the mend, that little run was much less painful, oh no, why is somebody poking the back of my leg with a cattle prod, oh, perhaps I’m still injured. It never seems to be a straight line but then running hardly ever is. Even when you’re feeling really fit it can be a really good thing to get your ass royally whooped by a run every now and then to stop you getting complacent and to show you that there is loads of progress you can still make in your running.
I really can’t complain too much about being injured as I did a lot of running last year and I know that I neglected the strength training in the last few months of it. There’s a lot of stuff I can still do: pretty much anything other than running (except, I guess, hopping, triple jump, parkour or cheese rolling competitions). Plus, a good friend of mine, who is fitness obsessed, is recovering from an op and can’t do anything so that puts it in perspective, and it gives her an unseemly amount of pleasure that I’m crocked too.
I know that it won’t be a straight line from here to my next ultra but that would just be boring. I’m looking forward to the challenge of getting fit again and it’ll be a novelty for my long runs to be half an hour, rather than 5 hours, for a while. One thing’s for sure, I won’t be investing that spare time in listening to any Robin Thicke albums.