Calf Injury and Man Flu
Got to love it. I just started getting back into it from a minor calf injury only to be struck down with the man flu...
It was a 16k Friday then a 32k Saturday that caused the injury. I actually didn't notice I had done any harm until my recovery run on Monday. It was on my way back that I started to feel a sharp stabbing pain going up the middle of my right calf from the top of my achilles. I walked the rest of the way home and decided a few days off would be the best medicine. I knew I had done damage but I thought I stopped early enough for it to be OK.
A week later I struck out on a slow 8k to test the waters. My calf felt tight but other than that seemed pretty good. I then gave it a rest for another couple days and ran another 8k later that week. After the second 8k I felt strong enough to do a 24k run on Saturday.
This Saturday I was actually meant to be running another 32k but I didn't want to push it and really mess myself up so I kept it to the 24k. I felt good and kept a pace of around 5:30, which was slow but felt OK.
Just when I though I was back on track, Tuesday morning I was struck down with the filthy Man Flu. And when I say struck down, I mean, struck down like a son of a bitch! I was literally on the couch for the rest of the week, stuck in a brain fog that can only be likened to that of a really bad hangover, without the previous night's fun. It wasn't until that Saturday that I started feeling any kind of clarity again, so I though it would be worth a little trot as I was meant to be running 36k that day. Boy was I wrong!
I struck out about 9am, once the sun had a chance to get up. The first few kilometres felt amazing and knocked a whole pile of rubbish loose from my lungs and nose. Further in, around 12k, I started getting tired quick. I though, well, I'm too far in to stop now so I pressed on. I made it to the 18k turn around point feeling pretty damn shabby. At least it was time to head home, so I spun around and made my way back.
Coming back through Warners Bay at around the 26k mark, I completely fell apart and decided it was time to give up and walk. By this point the wind was quite strong in my face and I just didn't have enough juice in the tank to keep going. Plus, I was still reasonably fresh from injury so I didn't want to completely ruin my chances of running the impending Sydney marathon.
I made a couple shortcuts on the way home, which dropped about 2k off the total. This worked out quite well as the walk through the bush along the lake is a really great walk. I even had time to top and try catch a little water dragon. Turns out it was far too agile to be caught by a very tired long–distance runner. Hey, it was worth a go.
A week on and I'm feeling strong again, although, not nearly strong enough to be running a 5:00 OA for the marathon. Plan B is 5:20 OA or slightly under, if I can keep it together. Oh well, see how we go. In the very least, I can't wait to spend a few nights in the Sofitel taking full advantage of the club lounge.
One week to go...