On Friday I finally saw the physio I was referred to. He looked at my arches with an ultrasound – yes, definite enlarged area on the left where the pain is. He looked at my mobility, flexibility, stability. We talked about my running history and the other exercise I do and in the end he said:
“You should not be here. I do not know the reason why you’re here. You have none of the usual causes for this thing so I don’t know yet how we’re going to play this.”
Fabulous. I’m baffling the specialists. #injuredrunner #special #oneinamillion #totallyunique #keepbeingyou #ohmygodwhatamIgoingtodo
He massaged my foot, beamed some magic light onto it and taped it up. I’m to try to for once NOT aggravate it every other day but walking 10 or more km in Converse. The good news is that I don’t need orthotics or special shoes, I just need to wear my normal running shoes as much as possible and be even more careful in Crossfit than I have been with jumping and running motions.
Simple but complicated. One of the worst things about injury is just having to wait. Especially if you’re not a particularly patient person to begin with. I can’t even bear to WALK to Crossfit. Normally I’d run but so that I’m not tempted, I’ve been using one of the kids’ scooters.
The little wheels have made me think that maybe it’s time I became a cyclist again.
The first ‘sport’ that I fell in love with after I stopped stomping calories to death on The StairMaster was cycling. The year was 2000 and I lived in Australia and the cycle paths were gorgeous.
Imagine this on your way to work every day, with kangaroos hopping about early in the mornings:
With a commute like that it’s pretty easy to get into lycra every day and race to work and pretend you’re a professional cyclist.
Then we moved to London and I’m scared to cycle here.
I’m scared of traffic and I’m scared of the downhill bits of Richmond park.
Yet, now that I cannot run and probably won’t be able to for a while, the bike is calling. I can hear it. It’s in my shed going “Woman, it’s been 12 years! Take me out! I’m begging you! I won’t kill you! You’ll love the rush of the speed again!”
Tell me, is there another bike route in SW London that is flat and with minimal cars? And buying a new bike and/or at least some new kit will totally get me over the cycling fear, right? ;P