The last week's been pretty tough in terms of running motivation. I've been struggling with a few niggles by far the biggest is calf pain / shin pain. According to a running friend 'shin splints are worse than child birth' so, unless womankind has been exaggerating for years, I don't think it's shin splints. Perhaps just a bit of a strain and just my body telling me the training is having an impact.
On Friday, I'd planned on running 10 miles after work. It was one of those occasions when I was very, very tempted to just get in the car and head home. But I decided a trot down to Hoe Mill Lock, Ulting was what I really needed to do, although it only works out about a 8.5 miles round trip. With the niggles at the fore I concluded that it was probably best to run very gently. Once out of Maldon it's dark dark countryside all the way, so head torched up I set off plodding away. At about 3 miles the calf/shins seemed to have loosened up enough to begin to enjoy things. There's a few fishing lakes near the lock and in the darkness, all I could hear was ducks and geese going about whatever they do in the dark. Whatever they do do it sounds spooky on your own. The lock is about half way and running wise I felt quite relaxed and so I sped up a little bit. The next next two miles passed quickly and then I felt a very unnerving feeling. Was it wind caused by the tin of chickpeas I'd munched at lunchtime as a garnish to left over chilli? Or was it something much more sinister? I was not prepared to find out. I blame the next few miles of paranoia on Tonky Talk in last months Runners World which was about runners bowel movements. I know some people really suffer with faecal issues but fortunately, and touching wood not cloth, I had never experienced any problems in that department. Never before had I spent 3 miles looking for discreet places to crouch. With immense concentration, I focused on the thought of Tesco's loos which by then were only a mile or so away... But strangely by the time I got to Tesco the feeling had disappeared as quickly as it arrived and I was back focussing on how much the niggles were niggling. An unusual sense of relief! I managed to get another half mile on to the end of the run by doing a couple of circles around the streets near work, but decided to call it a night at that.
Everyday is like Sunday
Sunday's planned run was a 11 miler, as I've got a Half coming up next weekend. So I met up with my Maldon based running chums and set off again to Hoe Mill lock with the plan of adding on a bit at the end. What a difference a days rest makes. The shins where not sore, the bowels were fine, but the chaffing and blister remained. Still thats another 11 ticked off the plan at a nice gentle pace. It brings the months running total to 106 miles which isn't too shabby considering I missed a couple of longer runs for various reasons. Most importantly though my running chum who's training for next weekends Half did really well and ran strongly.