There. I said it.
It’s been a while, let me fill you in. Turn back to last summer and I was regularly running up to 12 miles a week split over 3 runs and the rest of my weeks filled with boot camps, the odd boxing class and lots of Davina DVDs. All in all, I was really quite fit and loving it.
Wind forward to our house sale and subsequently moving out of town just as the clocks went back. Cue cold, dark evenings, unfamiliar pavements and roads, relying on public transport for a couple of months, my exercise regime dwindled seriously into the abyss of nothing.
After months of doing rather little and developing a nice buffer zone around my
tummy, ahem body, I decided to start again. Sure I could just pick up where I left off, right? Oh no. Big. Fat. “OH NO”!
My back killed, my whole left side was numb, tingly, sore. When my knees started to also totally kill, I went to see a chiropractor. And you guessed it, I got told off. Too much running last year without doing stuff to properly look after my core and therefore my back. Apparently, I also have a slight foot drop caused by the obstruction in my lumbar region, meaning I don’t curl my left foot properly, therefore causing me to constantly scrape the ground. The reason of me tripping up a more times than I remember and a couple of nasty falls.
So my program is to do core strengthening for six weeks, followed by leg strengthening, ie. squats, and maybe then I can think about doing shorter runs now and then. Humphhhh. My back has improved so much since starting the treatment, I totally know I’m going in the right direction BUT I miss running! I’m crap at other exercise. It’s boring. I like running. It’s free, you can do it anywhere in any weather. In fact, I love a drizzly evening run. It’s the only thing I know how to do and stick at. It’s me-time where I can think without interruptions. Just me, the road, the weather and my running playlist.
Today, I found out that a close friend’s relative is raising money for an expensive operation not paid by the NHS for their recently adopted son with Cystic Fibrosis. As if I needed a reason to sign up for another race!
Now I just need to work out how I will break it to my chiropractor….and ultimately bank balance 😉