So, the training is going well. The miles are ramping up, slowly but steadily. Still with plenty of strength work, stretching and some speed sessions. I'm doing something everyday. The knee is holding up (although there's an annoying ache which seems to come and go unexpectedly, and not related to what the session before had in stock). I've got some new friends to help guide me though: I look a right muppet carrying these poles around but they're light, sturdy and help take the load from my knees on hills and provide some forwards propulsion on the flat. When running 1030 miles I've got to be efficient with the load on my legs by spreading the forces around the rest of my body as much as I can. The clip is for some gloves to hook into, by the way. I can't decide if they remind me of Beaker or a rooster? . See if you can spot the odd one out from the selfies below. One's taken on an early run on Christmas Day, before the t...
Waiting, then testing my knee out after a further two weeks off running felt like the right thing to do. But the half mile jog from the car park down to parkrun start told me otherwise and more time was needed. That's OK. Frustrating as it is, one thing I have learnt about running (and I need to keep telling myself) is to be patient. Listen to your body and come back slowly from injury. Fast forward another 10 days and I'm doing a GP surgery. I'm always conscious when I'm running late that patients are waiting. But sometimes, some patients need more time, and thankfully most who are waiting are understanding. Again, one thing I've learnt doing medicine is being patient - never let haste get the better of good clinical decision making. So, I'm running late but I can't find the next patient who my computer is telling me has been here for some time. I'm in my clinic room downstairs. They must be in the other waiting area upstairs....