Monday, 9 January 2012

Waiting For My Chance To Come

Having rarely suffered any serious short or long term lay-offs from sport, the start 2012 came as a bit of surprise to me. A reoccurring tight hamstring and a self inflicted swollen knee has kept me off the road for 10 days, agonisingly close to marathon one at Anglesey. Frustration is mounting each training day I lose, however I am confident that I will recover in time for the big challenge opener in two weeks time – I just hope the lengthy lay-off won't haunt me on the day.

On a positive, my last run was a 20mile New Years Eve dash around Kielder. I felt comfortable despite the 2266 foot of climb and a struggling run partner, Langley, who found it tough going on the day, but hats off to him for his fantastic week of running. He had previously completed 45miles over the previous 5 days and after this run he'd clocked up a highly respectable 65.72miles for the week. Did he know it was Christmas?

For the record, he too lies on his sick bed nursing a knee injury – perhaps a result of such a vigorous week of running (and a little hint of old age creeping in too!!).

So I sit around waiting for the day my next run will come – I honestly never thought I would say it, but I am missing that ‘energy sapped feeling’ that comes from running your body into the ground for miles on end. Does this mean I can now call myself a proper runner? I now even have a year’s subscription to Runners World!!! Thanks to Langley’s son Zach for that one :-)


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