As I type I have an ice pack on my hip and have just popped a few heavy duty anti-inflammataries.
This morning I would have told you that my running training was going splendidly. My good friends Cookie and Dottie wrote me an amazing (and incredibly challenging) running programme which I have been adhering too quite strictly. I can run for 40 minutes and stop and get my breath back within about 30 seconds, and in fact last week I accidentally ran nearly 10km. Hmmmm but something has gone wrong. As of today I am nursing a hip strain. Positive thinking..tomorrow it will be magically gone....(extreme positive thinking I know).
The thing that annoys me is, it is my body that lets me down, not my fitness. I'm 28 years young and after years of sport, and much pavement pounding (I have previously run a half marathon), I feel like my body has creaks and cracks and I'm not sure how to fix them. It is deeply infuriating as there is really is something I just love about running the streets. Its the fresh air, the sun beaming down, the time to drift in and out of songs and thoughts and being hit with that runners high afterwards.
Alas, I am not hanging up my running shoes just yet. Tomorrow I will rest, and Sunday I will try again. And tonight, 3hours till I can take my next pill...