So it turns out that after breaking your foot you can’t simply throw your trainers back on and run 12 miles. Not even close. But that’s OK because, you know, it’s winter and it’s dark, and it’s cold out, right?
Yep, that’s really OK…
I’ve had some physio. Sometimes we got on (when she let me run) and sometimes we didn’t get on (when she didn’t let me run), so throughout most of our relationship we didn’t really get on much. But we did have a common goal, and as frustrating as I found it, I did everything she told me to, like rest, and glute activations, and mobilsation exercises, and squats, and more rest…which was, you know, lots of fun.
On my final physio session, 6 and a half weeks after surgery, and after lots of squatting and hopping and jumping around, I was actually allowed on the dreadmill. It was the BEST DAY! We’re talking 2 whole minutes of running…OK maybe ‘jogging’…but still huge progress!
What I’ve really had to learn is to simply go back to
the boring stuff basics, which has been mentally challenging. When my physio told me I was allowed to go for a little run that weekend, after an excessive warm up of course, BUT I was only allowed to alternate between 1 minute running and 1 minute walking, I wasn’t sure my ego could handle it…I mean, what if people SAW me?
However, I did as I was told, well, almost, my legs being the little rebels they are settled into a pattern of 2 minutes running and 1 walking but it was close enough. It was actually quite enjoyable because it took the pressure off trying to run at the pace I was used to, so I just didn’t worry about it at all. Three miles successfully completed and I was back in the game!
The one thing I’ve found most difficult to deal with is my running confidence hitting rock bottom. Just the very thought of actually going outside of my house and running in the actual outdoors made me anxious and nervous, how I ever managed to run a marathon was beyond me. Something that used to be so natural, and a normal part of my life, now seemed a little alien and a little intimidating. I now understand why people find the thought of taking up running daunting.
Of course, I really didn’t have a choice, I HAD to find my confidence again because, you know, running is like oxygen. So I’ve been getting back into it slowly with short runs of 3 minutes running, 1 minute walking which has helped both physically and psychologically, as well as getting around because I can finally run home from work again (yeah, screw you tube strike!)
I’ve also taken the running-down-time to up my game in the gym which has helped improve my strength and stability and I’ve promised myself it will remain part of my regular routine, ya hear that body? PROMISE
It’s taken a couple of months but, this morning I woke up with my entire body aching and feeling exhausted, and that makes me soooo very happy because I actually feel like my old self again! Well, being well rested and ache free is for wimps right 😉