On Sunday I ran 13.2 miles, it was hard work, but I did it, even if I did choose to walk across the uneven ground at the edge of the forest. Again, it wasn't a fast run, but I'd have finished a half marathon in just under 2 hours. I was feeling fairly confident that I could clock a good time in a race over flat ground with the adrenalin burst that you get in a race.
Monday was a rest day. I went up to London with a friend for a bit of shopping. We had a lot of fun. I didn't walk far. Every so often my foot hurt. I tried to carry on walking normally, but was aware that I was limping ever so slightly. On Tuesday I took the decision not to go for a run. I find it quite stressful to 'skip' a training session when I am following a programme, but decided that sitting with my foot up and wrapped in ice was probably a better plan. I consoled myself with a bit of online shopping for running stuff; new shorts, water bottles and belt thing, compression socks....
Today I took the children to Legoland. A fair bit of walking, a bit more pain. Somehow I still thought that I could go for a run. I was scheduled to run 6 miles tonight. I set out with good intentions. It hurt. I curtailed my run on the road, and ran 2 miles to my gym, thinking that running on the treadmill would be easier than the road. The 2 miles were slow and not very comfortable. I got to the gym, took 2 strides on the treadmill and realised that I couldn't run another step.
My foot and calf hurt, and they hurt a lot. I am limping when walking, finding stairs a challenge, so running seems like a really silly idea. I guess I'll have to be sensible and stop running for a while.
I am not sure how this will affect my chances of running the Abingdon Marathon. I really want to do it, but it is only ten and a half weeks away, and if I take a break now I am not sure that I'll be able to get enough training done. 26.2 miles is a very long way to run, the furthest I've ever run before is 13.5 miles. Running that sort of distance without training properly would probably put me out of action for weeks!
So here I am, back on the sofa, ice pack on foot and feeling sorry for myself! Wishing I could turn back time to the day before I fell over in the first place.