Some very bad news to report. I’d just glided past the 6 mile point of my 9 miler this morning when I felt something go “snap-crackle-pop” in my left calf, and had to pull up very sharply. The 3 mile walk home won’t have helped it much either.
This is terrible. It’s some kind of calf strain I guess. When I had this trouble with my right calf, after the Reading half marathon, it took me weeks to recover. I really can’t afford to lose that sort of time again.
The run was going so well, too. I’d headed out along the canal on a great morning for running. The sun was out but there was enough of a breeze to keep me cool. The schedule actually had me down for 6 miles today and 9 tomorrow, but I was enjoying myself enough to decide at the last minute to swap them round.
Then this.
When I got home I applied the usual ‘RICE’ treatment (Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation). I think this evening I might add the BEER or WINE solution to help heal the emotional damage.
