After what has felt like an eternity, I have completed my first run since picking up a foot niggle. I’d hoped that resting since Thursday would be enough to get back for a slow and very easy 6k with my Tuesday night group but I was still nervous on my way to meet them.
Walking to the Leys was all fine and I went for a short jog while waiting for the group to assemble. No pain. So far so good. A gentle warm up followed by a town centre run meant I could always cut the run short and hold an alternative session from the sidelines. I needn’t have worried.
Whilst I could “feel” my foot there was no pain, not even discomfort. The trouble was I was struggling to relax, struggling to not think about my foot, struggling not to hold myself awkwardly. It was strange – it felt like the first day of school when you hand as forgotten how to write your own name!
My legs felt tired but all is good. A relief that I can start building back up to my marathon training. I’m going to have to dig deep and keep remembering:
“What would I tell my own runners to do”
All I have to do is keep patience and self-control, knowing that I’ve got plenty of time to prepare for London.