My world has collapsed.
Well, my running world, that is.
I have had a slight muscle strain all week but-the-days-are-rushing-by-towards-the-big-Delhi-half-marathon-and-the-weather-is-improving-but-I-can’t-run-and-then-there’ll-be-Diwali-and-all-the-pollution-and-I-won’t-be-able-to-run-then-and-and-and….
Stop it, Christine,
Yeah, right, as if that’s going to happen 😛
I went for my ASICS Running Club meet this morning, but sat out 99% of it, doing only the warm up jog, and a few stretches.
And I watched disconsolately and inwardly despairing, as my running mates zoomed up and down, doing killer hill reps.
A series of 20, for crying out loud, and I couldn’t even do one.
Coach was his usual calm, sensible self, telling me to rest up and do nothing for the next few days, and it was all I could do not to whimper, “But Coach, I’ve hardly done anything for a month as it is”.
Coach also told me that the panic is all in my head, which I know, but it seems so – well – unfair, to get injured so close to race day.
Ach, I know it’s not really an Injury.
As in a Serious Injury, but I can feel my form slipping, my weight is creeping steadily upwards while the days to the half marathon are steadily decreasing.
So, yes, it’s a real strain to have a strain.
But the only realistic way is to sit it out, and hope it eases up in a day or so, allowing me to start running again.
So, on that dismal, self-indulgent note, I shall vow to use this enforced rest sensibly.
I shall start doing more planks – but hey! – actually managed 3 today, and me, the queen of “I hate planks” 😛
I shall stretch.
I shall stretch even more.
I shall even remember to ice my sore hip.
And I shall try not to be too miserbale and ill-tempered…