It was all going so well…
6 weeks post wedding and honeymoon and I’d built my milage up nicely, things were starting to click again and I’d finally gained some traction in my weight loss.
Then my foot started playing up. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I did know it was uncomfortable, but didn’t seem to affect my gait.
Then Saturday came and off I went on my long run, 16 miles around sunny Basingstoke, taking in the pleasures of Basingstoke parkrun with no real problem – until I finished.
Once I got out of the shower, any sort of movement in my left foot was painful. Twisting, flexing, walking… stairs were a nightmare. Any sort of movement which applied pressure was painful.
No idea what happened but somehow its all become a bit sprained at the forefoot. I immediately Googled the symptoms and self diagnosed it as Metatarsalgia (As I have an infinite wisdom, clearly!) but its more likely just a mild sprain.
It seems to be better when I’m wearing shoes than when wearing flip flops probably as they offer some support.
Needless to say though, I’m gutted!
I’ve been resting it a few days now and it seems to be a bit better and will try and run again on Friday with a gentle recovery plod. But it’s not only me, Jodie is injured too. She can’t manage more than 4 miles without her knee becoming painful and she may have to defer the Great North Run 🙁
We are trying to remain motivated and pragmatic about it – it’s better to rest now and avoid long term damage, but its hard when all you want to do is go out and have a blast round the streets.
It’s already reached the point where I want to throw stuff at runners as I drive past in a fit of jealous rage.
The moral of this story?
Don’t get married.
(I’m kidding! I have no morals!)