Is basically what I wanted to know when I was told I was suffering from ITB syndrome, and would require a further 2-3 weeks off running (and cycling), lots of foam rolling, and a shit ton of stretching. I got the response I was not wanting: the slow head nod, but non-committal “Let’s see how you get on in the next few weeks.”
My right quad is basically a knot right now, and despite previously being told otherwise, my ITB is extremely tight, which is the likely cause of my debilitating knee pain after about 2 miles of
running jogging. I will continue aggressively massaging/foam rolling for the next week and a half, and I will avoid running and (probably) cycling during that time as well to try and give everything a chance to calm down, but to stop myself from mutilating children being on edge, I have been swimming. A lot. Which is good, I suppose, for Ironman training, since I’ll be required to swim just shy of 4km (3.86 if you’re desperate to know). Thankfully, after years of competitive swimming as a kid, my tumble turns and strokes don’t embarrass me.
My week of swimming has looked like this:
- Sunday: 3km
- Monday: 2km
- Tuesday: 2.5km
- Wednesday: 2.5km
- Thursday: 3km
I have already become a pool snob who complains about people doing breaststroke in the fast line. Move aside, bitches. I even bought a cap, because it became apparent that chlorine + my hair = bad. Although it doesn’t quite give me the same post-workout glow as anything at the gym or a run, it’s just enough to make me feel like I’ve done some exercise.
And for any of you desperate to see/know how the flat renovation is going, I will give a one-word answer that pretty much describes the pace at which everything is progressing. “Glacial.”
Here is my kitchen. I was supposed to have a washing machine installed today. It arrived, but during the de-boxing phase it became apparent that the door was broken, so it was taken away. I remain washing-machine-less.
*Yes, I’m still grumpy.