After whinging a bit recently about an ouchy ankle, the physio gave me the go ahead and I ran.
Run, walk, shuffle, dance…… it didn’t matter. I got me and my cankle 21.1km around a course last weekend at the Melbourne Marathon festival and it felt amazing.
I said I was going to do four half marathons in 2014 and I did. I trained carefully, I listened to my body and my coach and I took it easy. I lost a few seconds off here and there with each race which felt good, but most importantly to me, I kept moving.
Apart from LizardGate I’ve remained injury free. Bastard lizard.
October last year I did my first half and I never thought I would do six in the following twelve months. My second half followed in December and was incredibly shit, it was the day after MrF told me he was leaving and I pretty much sobbed and heaved my way around the course.
That’s why there was no cheesie selfie that day – I didn’t think I had anything to celebrate.
But I realized that to get me through the year ahead I needed goals to focus on so I picked my races and went for it.
My theory was if I had to run in the morning I had to go to bed early, I would go to bed earlier because I was knackered from running early. I would eat better because I was training. I would be forced to look after myself when there were times that I really didn’t care.
I trained carefully, maybe even under trained a little so I didn’t get injured. No injury meant no stopping which meant I had to keep looking after myself.
And now I’ve done it. I bawled a bit more on Sunday just thinking what an amazing achievement this is, not just with the running but keeping my shit together in what has been an incredibly challenging year.
So now it is time to rest the cankle for a little bit and get ready for next year, you know, I’m thinking it could be time to do a full.