You know what they say, just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they’re not out to get you… In my case it’s the niggles and injuries that are lurking around every corner, just waiting to trip me up.
Since Sunday morning, when I woke up with what felt like cramp in the top of my right calf, I feel like I’ve been a walking accident, just waiting to happen. Marathon paranoia, that strange feeling that something untoward will happen and undo all the hard work, time and effort that has been expended getting me to this peak of physical fitness. OK, it wasn’t like it had a high bar to pass – it’s not like I’ve ever been an aflete or anything. The calf cramp is worse first thing in the morning or after being sat for any length of time – it seems to seize up, but is OK once I get going again. Maybe that’s why it felt fine when running, but hurts to even hobble when I get out of bed.
Then there’s the sore left foot. It’s tender to pressure on the top of the foot, and has a tendency to feel bruised when I’m wearing formal shoes. They’re obviously just that bit tighter or firmer across that area than my lovely running shoes. I have several pairs of worn through runners and seem to be living my life in these when I can. Unfortunately work, while being fairly relaxed about dress code, doesn’t tolerate trainers quite that scruffy (they’ve all had a fair few miles and muddy puddles under their soles, so aren’t in the neatest shoes in the world).
And finally there’s the left thigh complaint. Mainly about descending stairs. I suspect this is a result of not stretching on Sunday afternoon – and is just a grumble that will clear itself with a bit of a rest.
Rest, ahh, yes. Well that’s what I’ve been doing. First Tuesday of the month is book club, so no running tonight – and after that litany of woe, you can gather I didn’t head out for a run of any speed on Monday night – in fact I was tucked up and asleep not long after 9 pm!!
But, while on the subject of books, I’ve been reading a few running related ones recently. Possibly not the wisest choice of title was the book of first hand accounts of first marathons. The recurring theme appears to be being under-prepared and almost dying between miles 22 and 24. Yikes!! That wasn’t what I wanted to read.
I’m slightly more encouraged by the Muakami volume, “What I talk about when I talk about running” A factual account of both his attempt to run the New York marathon and his past running history, including his memorable races and philosophy on running. He has been faster than me, but never set out to race other people, just accepted that for him the marathon was a personal battle. His aim was to run the best race he could, and be happy with that performance. A lot of it rang true and I liked this little book.
I’m assured I’m not alone dealing with the onset of paranoia. I’ve heard tales of buying dreadful shoes just because they’re flat, to eliminate the risk of turning an ankle – but haven’t yet resorted to that. It’s getting so close now that I can almost taste the race day nerves, although I am yet to have a running dream – but I rarely dream, so maybe I’ll be spared that symptom. The long runs are diminishing, with only 1 more 20 miler left to conquer. I have everything (metaphorically) crossed that this all happens and I make it to both the start and finish in one piece. Wish me luck and let the mind games begin.