Injury. It happens to all of us at some point. I used to joke that if you’re not injured you’re not training hard enough, and I joked with work colleagues that I’m like a shark, if I stop moving I’ll die.
I’ve been slowly increasing my running for the hilly 40 mile ultra run that I’ve entered in April (read about it here), with an aim to run 30-40 miles every week. Two days ago I was out for a gentle run, I felt great, I felt like I could keep this pace going all day. I was only intending to run 10km, maybe a couple more if I felt like it, but after about 7km I could feel a tightness in my right calf. Being sensible, for once, I decided to cut the run short and head home. My calf gradually started to feel more and more sore, until I couldn’t run and hobbled very slowly home. Later that evening I could hardly walk, and the next morning it was still very sore. I took a couple of paracetamols and rubbed some ibuprofen gel, which didn’t seem to do much. I’ve made an appointment with the physio who sorted me out before my triple ironman a few years ago, so here’s hoping he can work miracles again.
I’ve had a couple of long term injuries in the past, which took over a year to heal. This injury feels like a minor tear, which will hopefully heal in a couple of weeks. In the meantime it’s back to the pool and onto the bike. One of the bonus’s of being a triathlete is that if you can’t run then you can generally still train.
The important thing when injured is to not lose hope or get downhearted. Remember RICE. Rest. Ice. Compression. Elevation. I’ve done none of those things as I took Nelly for a walk in the park this morning, and then went for a gentle and flat 24km ride. We’ve also run out of frozen peas, so the icing will have to wait. Me and my beautiful wife have also booked a night away in the Lake District at the weekend, hoping to get a long run in and a long walk. The run will definitely be off, but hopefully if I take it slowly we can still get in a good walk, possible up Skiddaw.
If I can’t run for a few months then it will be annoying, but it’s not the end of the world. I’m generally healthy, and Helen and Nelly are both super fit, so life is good (and we’re getting a campervan soon).