Oh dear, oh dear. I’ve been a bad blogger this year. I can’t believe I haven’t written anything since May 20th, which means I didn’t share my two most exciting running things this year. I smashed my marathon PB in Liverpool on May 25 finishing in 3 hr 22 mins 39 secs, the seventh woman to finish. I was made up when this got me my second highlight, a good for age place in the 2015 London marathon.
This was also the year of yoga! I’d started doing a bit towards the end of 2013, then it all took off in a big way in 2014 when I discovered Hot Bikram Yoga! I’ve been doing a couple of classes a week and my regular Iyengar class too. Along with swimming, I think this definitely helped with my core strength and kept me injury free for (most of) the season. Hmm, more of that later.
Sport was becoming an ever bigger part of my life, I added badminton too, and reminded myself how competitive I could be. Running was still my first love.
After the high of Liverpool there were a couple of other great races to look forward to; the inaugural Hackney Half in June – my first half marathon – and my second half in October, the Royal Parks Half. I got another first in September with the London Duathlon. I’d done a triathlon back in 2003, but no cycling races since so this was a great new thing for me. I learnt that I’ve got a lot of work to do on the bike, but was pretty happy with both lots of running! I’ve signed up for next year, and another cycling event too.
Over the years, my interest in my sport, and sport in general, has increased, so as a step towards working in the area, I decided to apply for a degree in sport and exercise science, which I started in October, I’ve really enjoyed getting technical about sport, getting a deeper understanding about how the body uses energy, for example, has been fascinating, and pretty useful too.
This was all going really well, running or cycling to and from University, fitting in all other bits and pieces of exercise around study, when, running downstairs to get the parmesan cheese to go with tea (I know, ridiculous), I slipped on the stairs and bang, or rather, snap. I broke some bones in my foot. I knew straight away as I’d done the same thing, on the same step (different foot though) four years before.
After only two weeks of the course, there I was in a full non-weight bearing cast, hobbling about on crutches. Not even a sporting injury. After six weeks in that and another four weeks in one of those moon boots, I’m finally in proper shoes, walking unaided, but still a good couple of months away from running.
Not being able to run has been hard, but not being able to do anything has been horrible! I’m allowed on the exercise bike now and can head back to the pool too. The advice at the moment is running in March, I daren’t say how many races I’ve booked in for next year with my optimistic head on. Then I look down at my withered muscle and think how will I ever get back? But I will, it will take time, but I will get back and beat that marathon PB, and then some.
At least I’ll have missed the cold winter training and get going again in spring for my comeback in the Hackney Half in May.
And I promise to be a better blogger too.
Happy New Year everyone!