It was only a matter of time before it happened. The signs were there, I was almost a fool not to foresee it. For after a long summer of training my little left foot has finally decided it has had its fill of running.
No amount of training will bring it back from the deepest darkest depths of despair, all I can do is hope and pray. Well, that and consult a doctor.
I suppose it all started with my flat feet. It is no secret (particularly now that I have blogged about it) that this body really ain’t made for marathons. Quite the contrary, I am much more suited to the low impact sports like swimming, dancing and walking towards the fridge. Perhaps I should have been more cautious during the past month and not happily sauntered about town in little ballet pumps. Maybe I could have taken more care to only wear trainers and yes, I ought to have been more conscientious when buying orthotics and not just bought off the rack. But who could predict my feet would finally just throw in the towel?
Upon our return from Geneva I may have noticed a little extra bite in my bounce when taking to the streets. It is fair to say that I have found my feet a little more swollen, but surely this was par for the course in becoming Linford Christie the Second? I am sad to tell you, this is not the case.
After a few interesting runs last week, jogging around Hertfordshire, I took a little break. We had a lovely wedding in Kent and then I needed to welcome in the High Holidays. It was only after once again bumbling about in little pumps that I truly noticed just how swollen my little tootsies are. It was then I really felt the pain in my feet when I was walking...sitting...standing.
The good news, I have been mildly saved by the wonderful Justin at First Podiatry. The bad news, if I manage to make it to the 13th mile, this will probably be my last ever half marathon. I know, I know, cut down in my prime I hear you say. Starved of the prospect of entering into further running tests. Stolen from the land of marathons. It turns out my tendons are giving up and my feet require a lot of TLC.
Despite the warning signs I have told the Podiatrist that the show really must go on. This Cinderella will in fact make it to the Royal Parks Ball, by hook or by crook I will finish that last mile. Even if I am limping through. My orthotics have been “doctored” I have purchased some ibuprofen gel and I am reacquainting myself with an ice pack. That, combined with physio and pilates – to increase my core strength – should get me through.
I tested out the new orthotics last night when my running buddy and I ran to Bond Street from Canary Wharf and I have to say my feet were very thankful for the extra support. I may have given myself two rather substantial blisters but my spirits are up! This race is happening and I am going to purchase some geeky running socks and yes, I am going to finish the race.
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