Starting again

So after a bit of an argument with a horse (spoiler alert: he won) I’ve been off running for 12 weeks. I had some pretty nasty soft tissue damage around my back and lower hip that took a very long time to heal. It’s been frustrating – I’ve been walking fine for a while, but there was this stubborn little patch which refused to go away. If I even took a few quick strides to finish crossing a road or jog up the last couple of stairs I could feel it right through my flesh, so I knew running was a bad plan.

So finally this afternoon I decided to venture back out. Moment of braveness, madness, possibly both. I was more than a little worried about the dent this might have made in my basic fitness (since I only started seriously exercising in January) and about whether I was truly healed enough. So when I wasn’t worried about aggravating an injury I was worried about my lungs giving out on me!

Thankfully, all is well. Hip twinged a couple of times but nothing to worry about, and I held up okay. At peak fitness I was routinely doing about half an hour/4k non-stop without too much trouble. Today I did two fifteen minute stretches with a three minute break between. I was more winded than usual, but not uncomfortably. After 12 weeks of sitting on my arse I will take that. That feels like a win.

It will feel less like one tomorrow when my muscles protest at being so abruptly woken back up, but take your victories where you can I always say…

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Am I really about to say this?

I miss running.

I can’t believe I said that.

Fell off a horse a few weeks ago and badly bruised my tailbone/lower back; it’s taking quite a long time to heal. For the first few days it was agony because there was a lot of muscle shock too (apparently when you land on your bum like that all the force of the fall travels up through your body and out of your head, leading to some very unpleasant whiplash-like feelings in my neck and torso). Doctor said I’d done a good bit of soft tissue damage; I was walking round like an elderly woman. There was enormous swelling and the bruise was spectacular. It was black and vivid purple across a rather large portion of my back and hip. Even now it’s still pretty gruesome, though much improved. Now I can at least move around reasonably comfortably and can sit properly, but I still get uncomfortable after walking for more than ten minutes or so. For that reason running is off the cards until I’m fully healed.

But waaaaah! The weight is creeping on, I can see it in my face, and I feel slovenly and unenergised. Given that my natural state is couch potato I don’t understand what’s happening to me. It’s not like running is a highlight activity, I do it pretty much as a chore. So why do I miss it? I am not supposed to be a person who misses physical exertion God damn it!!! lol

Back from travels

I’ve been off for a while, busy like a bee… bee like… so I’ll do a quick round-up.

  • Went to Florida. It was fun. Went to Universal, painted my own pottery (can’t wait to see how it turns out after it’s glazed and fired), road tripped down to see Justin Timberlake in concert which was suitably epic. As a bonus, the guy who was directing the parking at the venue let us go park in the VIP bit for free so 20 bucks saved. Let’s just hope said pottery survives the trip across the pond!
  • Been working until I drop this week at a customer event. Since there appear to be nothing but steak restuarants around West India Quay I feel like an enormous bag of red wine and red meat. Really looking forward to some plain old chicken and vegetables this week. (That said, Gaucho still rocks. Yummiest steak ever)
  • Got to go to an evening event at the Cutty Sark, which is really cool when it’s all lit up. Sidenote – their in house caterer has excellent taste in wine.
  • Had two weeks off running due to travel and work. I didn’t want to bother on my holiday, and was too busy at the event (the hotel had a gym but given I had 6am call times and was working 18 hour days… no, just no). Irritatingly, now I want to get going again I appear to have done something to my foot. When I’m not wearing shoes/supportive enough shoes I get shooting pains along the arch as I walk (had wondered if it had fallen, but nope). I was already worried about how much the break might upset my fledgling fitness so not being able to get back into it yet is a bit of a bummer. Oh well, we can rebuild! After two weeks of eating far too much I’ve still only put a pound on, so clearly I’ve done enough rushing around to compensate before I’ve tweaked it. It’ll heal, and I can just ease back in.
  • I have one of those birthdays next week. The big ones. Still hasn’t sunk in. Irritatingly sorting the restaurant feels exactly like organising a bloody work do since they want pre-orders and all sorts, plus I have to do the awkward thing of asking pals to reimburse me for the deposit, but hey. It’s my birthday and I’ll party if I want to lol.

Think that’s about it! It’s been fun, if pretty knackering.

 

The story of my night – as told in GIFs

Tonight was the final run of week 5** of Couch to 5k. Week 5 is what they call transitional and designed to get you running for longer spaces of time. They were not fuckin’ kiddin’ about that, FYI. I want to tell the story of my evening, but I think only images are going to do it justice. So, Buzzfeed style, this was my night.

**It hasn’t actually been five weeks since I started, but since there are 3 runs in a ‘week’ running every other day makes it a 6 not 7 day cycle. Suppose I could have taken 2 days between some runs, but figured I might as well just keep on lol.

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