back on the road

After 15 long, arduous days off the road, I am finally back. After my calves BOTH blew up during my first training session for the Amsterdam marathon in October, my legs simply had enough and decided they won’t even let me walk like a normal. So during my first week in rehab, I was shuffling around from place to place, unable to lift my feet off the ground. Luckily I didn't meet anyone new or I would have given that person a nice static shock.

Luck also has it that the World Cup was on, so there’s one more reason not to run.

Yes, Messi agrees too...

Anyway, so during these two weeks, apart from watching lots of football, I also massaged and visited my chiro more than usual – “I don’t know your calves – seriously – I fix 1 thing and 5 more things come up!”. I complain how expensive it is to see him – he said – “It is going to cost you a lot more if you don’t listen! Now – don’t do anything for two weeks – no climbing, no weights, minimal walking, and most importantly – NO RUNNING!” Every km you run will increase your recovery time by one week. Understood???

I listened.

Those two weeks felt long. I go on Strava and see my friends do their runs, yet here I am, at home watching world cup replays, and only annoyed at myself for not resting enough thoughts was running in my mind. All I can do is to kudos my friends and comment on how I hope to see them soon….man – I was so depressed during the first week, I cannot even make myself read Runners connect or similar articles. It made me even more annoyed at myself.

And lo and behold, the second week came. By some miraculous reason – I can walk again! Two weeks later, today, I started running again. In pain but I am running.

I’ve learnt my lesson.