Well at least I had the good sense to insert a caveat into this statement in the last entry:
…How does this bode for Almeria? Barring unexpected events this week, I’m confident I can get round in one piece…
Today an “unexpected event” did occur. Just a few days ago it wouldn’t have seemed unexpected in the slightest, but intoxicated by the success of last week’s 30 miles, I forgot that the unlikely movement away from running misfortune might have been nothing more than the swing of a pendulum. Today it made its return journey.
A casual 3½ mile jog around the block, while there was still some daylight to squeeze from the afternoon. This was the innocent plan. A mile and a half in, the calf started its now customary ache. I chuckled, happy that it was all bark and no bite. For another mile or so I plodded onwards, annoyed by the discomfort, but not unduly worried by it.
And then, with a mile or so left, it just… crumbled into something worse. I guess it’s what happened 2 Wednesdays ago, when I had to pull up and limp home. After the massage and several days off, I came out of that thinking it wasn’t a serious injury. I now don’t know if it is or not, but it is persistent, and has to be sorted out.
Almeria? No idea yet what will happen there. For now, maybe a last minute massage might help, but looking further ahead, I need to spend some of my employer’s BUPA tokens and get this looked at.
