And so, for the first time in as many years as I can possibly remember, I find myself injured. Yesterday I did a 10km run. I hadn’t done such a long run in ages. It was far too much and physically I was quite evidently not up to it (though endurance-wise, I was).
I knew something was wrong when I got back to the flat as my right foot was killing me. I hadn’t really warmed up very well. I didn’t warm down very well either.
I didn’t think too much of it.
This morning I felt fine. Until I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. Shooting pains at the bottom of my right leg and sort of in my foot. Not the ankle, but in the middle of the foot.
I’ll be fine, thought I. So I made the journey in to work. Problems on the tube meant it was a particularly frustrating journey in. My leg/foot hurt a fair bit on the way in but didn’t feel too bad.
After a while at work I realised it was really hurting each time I moved. The commute in had really caused some problems. Sitting down is fine (like now) – no pain. Only moving. Got worse throughout the day.
You can imagine the journey home! Very long. Me reduced to hobbling like a cripple. Never walked so slowly in my life. Shuffling along like a down and out. I dragged my work laptop home. Also a bottle of Syrah from M&S which I thought would be good to drink for medicinal purposes (and so it is).
The woman in Superdrug recommended Ibuprofen gel which I’ve bought. And an elasticky thing.
I’m now just taking it easy. It’s not painful. Unless I walk. It’s odd, it doesn’t feel like the muscle. It’s more like the bone. I guess it’s the tendon. I’m really not used to being injured.
That’ll teach me!