Running (at least for an infrequent runner like me) is a gamble. You can do it for as long as you stay injury-free but if you’re unlucky, injury seems to strike decisively and without warning. One minute you’re trotting along pretending to be Mo Farah, the next you’re dragging your broken body home like a train wreck survivor. Something that would be a minor niggle when riding a bike seems to be a complete show-stopper in the world of running.
My 256 mile December challenge had lasted just 9 days before I picked up a muscle injury. I’ve done ‘something’ to my upper leg (ok my arse muscles in other words) that means I can’t run AT ALL. I can barely walk without pain and running, a whole week later, is still impossible.
So I’ve had to abandon it. I might have another go in January.
At least my bike still loves me.
In the meantime, Alan, Dave and Dean are still going and have just reached halfway! Remember they’re running for a great cause and imagine not having a roof over your head this Christmas (or at any time really). Drop them a few quid here.
I’m with you on the running thing. I’ve found that it takes so long to work up to just being able to run and then walk again that week, that I rarely get up to speed where I can actually run. I’m always still getting used to it. Whereas on a bike you can just ride for as long as you have the energy for and nothing usually falls off when you do… It’s another world.
I find that I can feel relatively comfortable doing it, but it often seems like just a hair-trigger away from an injury. Trouble is I’m usually pretty bored of cycling by autumn so need something else to keep me fit.
I’m nurturing a hip injury now that has managed, only by the grace of God, to plateau. On Wednesday I was inches away from quitting. In fact, if I’d had to run in the morning that day instead of the afternoon, it would have been game over. It’s a thin line that makes razor edges look chubby.
But somehow it’s still holding out. It’s swollen and bruised. It’s boiling hot. But it’s not “one of those” injuries that you picked up where it’s a case of STOP. ( I had one of those once and had to get a taxi home – 1 mile from home).
It was me who sat in that room at the M3 Project on the 1st of December with you and talked of how I was scared that a running injury would crop up. It was you who calmed and reassured that it’d go okay and you immediately gave me the mental strength that only a statesman of 24 hour racing can give.
So…. Thanks, hard luck, and well done anyway. I’m missing my bike. About a week til I dare ride it again properly.
I’ve tried to get back into running so many times. At school I ran for my County (Surrey) & was coached by a guy who was at Uni & best mates with David Bedford World 10k record holder. Trouble is that was over 40 years ago ! & no matter how often I try there is always something that goes pop & leaves me buggered for weeks. So back to my collection of fatties & a beer 😉