Running is something I haven’t really been able to do since my near-DNF at Crathes half marathon mid-September. I pulled out of Loch Ness marathon and ‘ran’ the 5k fun run instead. Well, jogged 1.2 miles, felt a crippling pain in my knee, and walked pretty much the rest. At one point a little girl spectating with her mother asked, “Mummy, why are there some people walking?” She’s lucky to have avoided a drop-kick to the face. Still, my nails looked fabulous and the medal was cute.
I have to admit half-wishing to witness someone falling and breaking their leg as I cheered on the marathon runners in the afternoon. Fine, full-on wishing. I know, I’m a terrible person.
I have also pulled out of Amsterdam marathon, much to my dismay. In fact, I’m pulling the plug on my whole Amsterdam holiday, as I would just end up being a Debbie Downer and hating everyone who expressed even an iota of excitement about running the marathon. So basically every one of the 30 or so people I am travelling with.
The silver lining is that my dad is coming over from Texas on Wednesday and staying for two weeks to help me with new flat stuff – painting, sanding, cleaning, moving…. It’ll be nice to not miss half of his visit because I’m off gallivanting in Europe, and it also means I can keep up my bike/swim/weights routine that I have been reduced to without running.
I have also already pulled out of the Glen Ogle 33 race at the start of November, but I’m clinging to the hope that I’ll be able to complete the Pisa marathon in December, if I ever find out what’s up with my knee and it heals itself.
I have ALSO rediscovered retail therapy:
Basically, I feel sick with envy every time I walk past someone out for a run. Every time I hear a song I listen to when running. Every time I get one of those ‘How are you doing?’ texts from a running friend who is just trying to be supportive. I’m like a spoiled brat who has been told she can’t ride her ponies (yes, plural, because this chick is insufferable right now).
Injury. It sucks balls.