Ah, injuries. What fun. At any point in the last few weeks, while I may have looked and sounded like a regular functioning person going about my daily business, one part of my brain has been obsessively fixated on my left heel. “Has it stopped hurting? Can I feel anything? Ouch, damn, that doesn’t feel good. Maybe if I rotate it a little, or walk up on my toes, that will help? No, that didn’t help.” The inner monologue goes on. And on.
I’m starting to lose all hope that I’ll be able to shoot for a best marathon time in Manchester in April. That has been adding to the sense of panic around the injury. Last Monday, I emailed Jae Gruenke and since then I’ve been doing daily Feldenkrais sessions and (fingers crossed) they are having an effect. I managed two kilometres yesterday with only a small amount of discomfort - as opposed to the sharp pain I was getting before after only 100 metres of jogging. So hopefully we’re getting on top of it. More on that next week, hopefully.
As I wrote a few weeks ago, I’m trying to put my running downtime to good use, so as well as the Feldenkrais sessions, last week I joined Marietta on her Tuesday night swim session. She has signed up for a long river swim in July, and has just started training for it, so she’s still new to training, while I haven’t been to a swimming pool in years. So we were a pair of relative amateurs turning up at the local pool for a lane swimming session.
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