So after a couple of days of rest I went to see my physio for a pre-arranged checkup. The good news is that everything is in order and I got a nice and painful massage to loosen up my hamstrings! With physiotherapy, prevention is better than cure any day.
Then, feeling a bit more perkey, I decided to go out for a run. With the temprature pushing 21 and me not taking water (bad move) or gels, after about 8 miles I simply ran out of steam. It wasn’t that I couldn’t take another step or anything like that, I just lost the will to carry on. I suppose what added to my lack of enthusiasm to carry on was the fact that I had run through some wet undergrowth and something had irritated my legs and I had come up in a nasty red rash. The last time I phoned for rescue was in the days when I was suffering for arythmia but this time it was more a case of listening to my body’s need for more rest. (I’m so glad I’ve got Helen who’s so kind and understanding, who came and rescued me).
I’m not complaining though because I’ve just run 8 miles and a total of 58 in June and if I look back on my life and put it in the context of where I have come from and what I’ve been through, that’s amazing.
I think if I had been running with someone else I might have carried on but there is a lesson there about taking account of the weather!
“So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” Isaiah 41:10 NIVUK