So I’ve finally
resurfaced, out from underneath a large, sulk-infested rock. If you read my
last post, you will know I sustained a piriformis injury just three weeks
before the Edinburgh Marathon. I had hoped it was a minor problem, had a couple
of massages with a sports therapist and prayed frantically that it would
disappear in time for my big run.
the pain was not shifting and I was unable to run a mile without pain, let
alone twenty six and a bit. Two weeks before the race, I went to see a sports
physiotherapist in Cambridge, who told me that my pesky piriformis was ‘pretty
damn tight’, before she clicked my lower back in an alarming fashion and really
went to town on my right buttock. I had three more weekly physio sessions, some
with trigger point massages, others with six enormous electric needles inserted
into my buttock. I can only describe lying face down on a table with one butt
cheek twitching whilst the physiotherapist looked on as an ‘experience’.
However, this ‘experience’ did appear to have a positive effect and after three
or four sessions, she told me I could have a go at a mile.
no one has ever been more pleased to be told they should try running a mile. I
had been doing a fair bit of cycling to try and keep some vague cardiovascular
fitness/ sanity, but I’m sure you other running-bug addicts will agree, its
just not quite the same. So as you can imagine, when she announced this, I felt
like standing up and making a speech. I was told strictly to keep to my
stretching exercises twice a day and before and after any physical activity;
these were a classic piriformis stretch, the clam and the shoulder bridge – all
of which are pilates exercises that you can look up.
My first mile
went without a hitch, and I was ecstatic. It was all I could do not to ignore
the advice of my physio and run before my 48 hour rest period was up. Two days
later, I ran two miles. All seemed fine. A day before my potential three mile
run (THREE BLOODY MILES!!!), I had a few little twinges of the pain I had
previously had, but the physio had mentioned I might get a few aches and pains,
and as long as they weren’t scoring over a 3 or 4 on a pain scale up to 10, I
should be fine. I did all my stretches and then started out on the momentous 3
miler. Three minutes in, I was back in my mum’s car, muttering and swearing
A few days
after this, I had a friend from America visiting, and we were off for a holiday
in the south of France. This seemed like a timely rest period, in which I hoped
my leg would magically heal in a sort of Jesus-style miracle. I’m now back from
the holiday, and another physiotherapy session has been undertaken, where it
was confirmed the muscle had tightened up again. I also had some orthotics fitted
in my trainers to stop my over-pronating. Another session of massage scheduled
in for Friday. I’m really determined to beat this thing, although I must admit,
I wasn’t doing my stretches religiously throughout my two weeks off though, so
we shall see how we get on.
After a really
shitty couple of months, consisting of a job offer falling through, my injury
and a few other more minor issues, it seems the mental battle is what is
causing me most grief.
I had never
realised how much I relied on my intense exercise schedule to keep my
self-esteem and mood on a high. Having piled on 4 lbs as a result of a lot of
French cheese and cider (arguably worth it) with still no positive outlook for
my injury, I seem to have hit a low point motivation wise.
But fear not
past-tense self, I have a plan:
60 minutes on the exercise bike / 60 minutes cardio in the gym 5 days a week
stretches religiously at least two times a day – STOP FORGETTING
to previous weight of 9st 10lbs before contemplating how to reach final weight
target – I’m doing a 3 day juice cleanse to kick start me back into my normal
healthy eating plan. Goodbye, Brie, it was nice while it lasted
everything the physio says… don’t try and sneak a run in under the radar. She
some other fitness related challenges to take my mind off things – thinking of
taking up cycling / crossfit. Anyone got any experience of these and how to get
my new found time to do something constructive – get back to my writing, redecorate
my room and find a new job!
· Get inspired with my healthy cooking and baking (I would legitimately marry an avocado if I could)
I’d really love
to hear from anyone going through a similar thing. The injury blues have really
hit me hard – I could really do with a boost to get me back on track.