A bit like my training as of late this blog has begun to unravel to becoming a sporadic haphazard affair, with belated attempts to play catchup, pretending that nothing amiss is happening. I’ve run three times since I last wrote, a brief précis will follow:
Monday’s recovery run was more akin to a disaster dash. Tired, not feeling particularly well, the legs were stiff and the hips just felt so tight that running was nigh on impossible, breaking eight minute miles the stuff of dreams. The conclusion was that 1. I should have had a protein shake after the run for it was a hard effort and, running early on Monday, I didn’t leave myself much time tor recover, and 2. my running style in this injured state is inefficient and causing a great load on the hips which failed to recover sufficiently.
Tuesday was a club run where 2×2 miles at quicker than marathon pace was planned along the canal. During the day I was regularly stretching the hip flexors in a manner I remembered doing with some success last year. The first couple of miles to the club were a bit wobbly and sore, but once I got into the quicker stuff, once again, much of the pain disappeared. The lure of a Strava segment on the canal spurred me on; the pain as the hips tightened on the way back home demoralised me significantly.
Wednesday morning, first thing, relatively speaking, and I was out for a recovery run. It wasn’t as bad as Monday morning, but it was by no means fantastic. Most parts of the legs felt not too bad including, significantly, the left thigh. The hips however were searingly tight, the IT bands feeling as though they could snap at any moment, the right hip sore and the pelvis aching ominously. Six miles were done, but they were not particularly happy miles. Running isn’t much fun at the moment. Walking isn’t much fun at the moment. The body wants a bicycle or a rest, the latter is probably better for it.