The good news is that my achilles seems to be holding up quite well, and I’ve given it some hammer over the last couple of days with some progressive mileage of 8, 9 and last night 10 mile runs. Nothing daft, just steady.
Again strapping the knee seems to have had a positive effect on the whole leg as the pain in the achilles and the mills and boon throbbing has subsided. Maybe my kneecap not tracking correctly had thrown the whole leg out of sync and that has been causing the lower leg pain? Maybe I’m over thinking it? BUT it feels fine and I’m more than happy with that.
On Wednesday night I met up with the COLT running group that I help to coach – well when I say coach what I really mean is, I tell them what session we are doing. I ran from home and covered 3 miles before we started the session. There were 8 of us, we ran for about 20 minutes warm up and then we upped the pace as we worked hard through 8 x 2 minute efforts with 1 minute recovery. My legs were a little stiff on the first couple, but I then found some well hidden energy and picked the pace up. I would later pay for that in the last mile as I ran home up the horrendously steep hill that my house is on.
Thursday morning I walked the 3.5 miles to work to try to stop my legs from seizing up completely, and despite the odd twinge they felt fine. So after work I decided I’d run home rather than walk.
I felt good, so reaching the bottom of the University drive I turned left, away from home. I ran along the busy A6, a necessary evil, to reach the canal at Galgate. From there I was on grass until I reached Glasson Dock and joined the coastal path. The fields were deserted except for the early spring lambs, ducks in pairs quacked inquisitively as I plodded past and two herons took to the wing as I approached. The crimson hue of the setting sun was ahead of me, goading me to catch it – there was no bloody chance, this was a slow and steady recovery run.
Then the best part, in the field to my left, just across the swollen waters of the canal a deer shot out of the woods and galloped away seeking cover in the distant trees, I grinned like an idiot, lost in my own perfect world.
The path was horrendously muddy, and my fairly new and very white K-swiss running shoes ( great. Thanks Gobi for the suggestion ) thankfully finally looked like they were proper running shoes i.e Dirty
They’ve been working on the canal, draining and re-building parts. This led to a strange half mile experience. In order for the trucks and diggers to reach the canal, they’d laid a corrugated plastic road. It seemed spring-loaded as I pounded along it, almost like a newly laid tartan running track. Very bizarre.
Half way along the coastal path I bumped into my training partner Andy Holme, which was unexpected. He was out running for the first time since suffering a spinal disc injury. He ran and chatted for 5 minutes before he turned and headed home. Great to see him out training again. Welcome back mate 🙂
So I made it home, again after the hill from hell, and felt good. And to prove that I’m house trained I took my comfy and newly muddy shoes off at the door.
Have a good weekend everyone, enjoy the hopefully good weather, safe training and if you are racing, race hard and have fun. I’ll be training, hopefully on the bike with Team Thurnham Cycles ( Andy Holme and sons ) and spending time with the family.
Oh yeah and I have my first book signing tomorrow night as part of World Book Night. I’ll be at Waterstones in Lancaster, quite possibly on my own. More nervous about that than any race. I’ll let you know how it went next week.