Apparently my great Grandfather walked to the gold fields when he was young.
Apparently lots of people did the same. It wasn’t that marvellous a feat- although to us it certainly seems so.
To me, today, it seems flipping miraculous…and insane.
You see today I have blisters all along the ball of my foot- and I only walked 9kms.
I’m doing the Bridge Run in Sydney in a couple of weeks and whilst I have done the distance a few times now, I’m nowhere near where I had planned to be by this time.
I remember standing at the start line last year and declaring that next year I’d be running the whole lot. Instead I’ll be lining up at the starting line again in a fortnight figuring that once again I’ll be walking more than I’ll be running.
I can blame a winter worth of asthma and various other health issues…whatever. Having said that, I will be lining up with thousands of others two weeks on Sunday. And I’m still confident of beating last years time.
Even though I haven’t been able to run as much as I would like, I’ve trained through the head colds and asthma and can do the distance without too much trouble.
Earlier this week I pushed the “running” to the next level and also had a visit from my old friends shin splints. If anyone’s had these before, they know the burning pain- like an ice pick- up the side of the leg.
And yes, my shoes are relatively new, have been professionally fitted and I have good orthotics. I’m prone to them, shin splints, and whenever I push it too far, they come back.
So I’ve been stretching the calf out well and have spent the last few days on low impact. I even used some precautionary voltaren before I started this morning. So today rather than walk/running the first 6kms I just walked- the whole 9kms.
And then today I wore the wrong socks and ended up with a blister the size of Texas across the ball of each foot.
Part of me is beginning to think that maybe I’m not meant to be a runner. It seems like it’s an endless two steps forward and three steps back. I’ve always been told that I shouldn’t run. It’s one of the reasons I swam so much when I was a child- because I wasn’t allowed to run.
I was also told that between my wonky back and breathing issues I shouldn’t play squash or ride horses or box- yet I’ve done all of these. So, why shouldn’t I persevere with the running?
Even my chiropractor was concerned when I started last year. When I first started it cost me a fortune in adjustments as after each long “session” I would be back there to have my hip put back in and my spine aligned.
I haven’t had those issues this year. This year my core is better and regular exercise has kept me to my normal monthly adjustments.
So, I’ll line up at that start line in a couple of weeks and I’ll declare that next year I’ll run the whole 9kms. And I’ll mean it. Then I’ll do the absolute best that I can.
Categories: My Journey