I sit here writing this from what has become the all too familiar position of rest as I recuperate from an injury once again, strictly speaking it’s only my second injury since February of last year year however the strained adductor that I suffered back then took until April of this year to fully clear up and within six weeks of my return I was undergoing hernia surgery that had been on the cards for a few years in all honesty. So I was so glad to finally lace up and get back out on the road again a few weeks ago but it has all come to a juddering halt again with what appears to be bursitis of the hip on the right side, fortunately it doesn’t appear to be a major issue and I’m hoping that a couple of weeks of rest should see me right. For the time being I’m tempted on a daily basis as the railway line I work on passes the trails I’ve recently discovered and enjoyed in the South Downs, but one day soon I’ll be back on those trails with the occasional hum of a passing electric train to remind me what pays for my trainers, my races and associated hotels and travel costs etc!
One of the great difficulties of an injury like this is that you never truly know if you’re properly healed until you run either with or without any after effects and I have a marathon booked for the end of October and ideally I need another long run before then but I’m not sure whether I can manage it without any problems, in addition I have an eight mile race next week and the Great South Run on the 22nd but I guess I can use these as a guide to how I’m doing. The start of September was full of optimism for the approaching season and one of my favourite parts of the year for running as the temperatures cool down and the colours of autumn start to show in all their glory. My first long run of the month involved taking a train to Fareham and then following the coast all the way home on a route that takes in much of the course of Fareham Parkrun and is pretty much an even split between trail and tarmac which amounted to a precise 13.1 miles thanks to a slight diversion just before home! A couple of short runs over the next few days on the city streets culminated in my return to Southsea Parkrun on a sunny morning for a gentle run along the sea front and back. The following day started with another train journey, to Petersfield this time for the 15 mile run back to Havant via Butser Hill and Queen Elizabeth Country Park. This route is easier the other way around as it’s uphill for the first four miles including the intensely steep climb of Butser Hill through which I piqued the interest of a herd of cows chewing on the grass, they did seem surprised at the sight of me as I guess approaching the hill from the north is something only crazy fools do, the south approach is a far more gentle incline and far less overgrown! They soon returned to their meal as I continued on to the summit before struggling to run down the other side without falling down. The rest of the route was gently downhill but still quite undulating until Rowlands Castle railway station where I was back on the tarmac and heading for the sprawling Leigh Park estate in Havant where most of my in-laws live, I headed straight for the station however and was quickly on the train home after covering the 15 miles in around 2h 45.
A couple of days later I picked up a cold and put the running shoes away for a few days before returning with a slow six miler which I followed with an enjoyable 18 mile run along the east coast of Portsmouth and over to Hayling Islind before returning on the same route which incidentally forms the basis for the Portsmouth Coastal Marathon in December. It was after those 18 miles that I first felt a sore hip but within a few days it seemed like it had cleared so I went out for my first dusk run of the season and from somewhere I pulled out an impressive 1h25 ten miler making it by far my fastest ten mile run in almost two years-and it didn’t even feel that hard, it really was quite peculiar but after that the sore hip was back so I decided there and then to rest for at least a week and after a few miserable days with all manner of negative thoughts in my mind such as ‘will I ever be fully fit again’ and ‘maybe I’ll take a year off to let my body recover’ my sanity returned and I have opted to take two weeks off which takes me up to next weekend when I have my eight mile race, depending on how that goes I might do a few additional miles afterwards in preparation for the marathon but I know that it could be a slow and tough marathon-it should be better than Milton Keynes 2015 though where my training was compromised to a much greater degree!
I have to accept that despite having done seven marathons and an ultra my body isn’t always capable of achieving what my mind thinks it can do and I really have to be more disciplined when it comes to recovering from injury because yet again I appear to have tried to go too far too soon and ended up with an injury. Fortunately I can still run with this injury and it really is a case of discomfort rather than any degree of pain, but it will only heal if I rest. So I’m looking forward to my races next month but not without some trepidation, I just hope that next week’s race goes without any problems.