Okay, it’s time for an update. You may or may not have noticed that aside from a post last week about low mood and anxiety, I’ve not been forthcoming with personal updates. And that’s for two reasons: 1- I like to try to keep things positive on the blog, and 2- I’ve been slightly in denial about my situation.
To cut a very long story short, it does not look likely that I’ll be running Budapest Marathon this weekend. I have a calf injury that seems to have come completely out of nowhere, and to be honest I feel blindsided. Throughout my running career (and even before that, when I was a dancer), I have always had problems with tight calves and shortened achilles tendons. I have had a wide variety of issues, from Plantar Fasciitis to knee pain, that have stemmed from my calves, and so they are always on my radar.
But in the weeks following my peak training run, I started to develop a raw, strained pain deep within my calf muscle, and sadly no amount of stretching, anti-inflammatories or icing seems to have helped. And so, I’m getting ready to call it.
I have been seeing my wonderful sports massage therapist pretty regularly, and he’s been doing some amazing work, including fascia release, deep tissue release, trigger point work, massage and taping. He has told me not to give up hope entirely, and to just treat myself really well this week. And so, that is what I’m doing.
I’ve prepared myself for the reality of not running the marathon, and I’m allowing myself a few days of mourning. But at the same time, I’m doing everything in my power to make improvements. The following saying has been resounding in my head non-stop recently; I think it’s worked its way into my subconscious and become my mantra.
I’m not religious by any means, but this has stuck with me. I’m praying for a small miracle, but at the same time, doing everything in my power and coming to terms with the idea that I won’t be running come Sunday.
So there you have it; that’s where I’m at.
Lots of love,