There is something about the prospect of running that propels you out of bed at 5am, to put on ridiculously-coloured, tight-fitting attire that you wouldn’t dream of wearing anywhere else except in the dim light of dawn, to push your legs to the brink of endurance for hours on end.
Then one gets injured somehow, and suddenly those thoughts seem like distant memories of what you used to be able to do. You sigh and wonder how it is that you always take your joints and muscles for granted.
I have not run for 2 months now, patiently waiting for a suspected tendon injury to heal. It is fast becoming evident that the foot still has a long way to go to being completely ache-free. Although there is no prevalent pain, tell-tale signs that not all has mended crop up when I try to manipulate the foot into snug footwear, or attempt to sit cross-legged. I will not be in any shape to safely run a maiden 21K in 6 weeks.
So, the goalpost shifts yet again.
But surely this cloud, like many clouds before, has a silver lining? It may be that I won’t need to stuff a second pair of shoes into my bag for Edinburgh conference trip, thus saving some precious luggage space. Or that I will have enough energy for a Sunday afternoon singing gig that I would otherwise be compelled to skip on account of post-run fatigue. And, most crucially, of course, the foot will have the opportunity to heal properly so that I can actually get back to running.
C’mon, foot, get well soon.
I am, strictly speaking, not a ‘marathon runner’ – that distinction is a goal still yet far away – but I love this video for how it captures the hedonistic, conflicted mindset of us asphalt-pounders. Be entertained.