It’s Friday morning and I am walking through The City with a backpack and holdall, battling my way through the dark commuting masses like a salmon swimming upstream.
My shoulder is aching and the toenail on my left big toe is bruised and thinking of falling off.
To make things worse, I didn’t sleep very well and I have a Lily Allen tune rattling around in my head.
“The Fear” was a number one in 2008 but came to me in a dream last night as my subconscious took its chance to prey on the insecurities I had managed to suppress during the week.
It is a damn catchy tune and although I have no idea what it is actually about, the title alone is currently winning the battle for my heart and mind.
Last week I completed my first “perfect” training plan week since starting on the long road to London2Brighton – every run and rest day completed without fail.
But after my longish run (29k) on Saturday and a slightly shorter one on Sunday (16k), my left hip felt a little sore and no amount of stretching was getting rid of it.
After giving up and lying down on the sofa, I started and finished reading “Ready to Run” by Dr. Kelly Starrett and TJ Murphy.
The book is a simple, well-written look at preparing your body to run and how to evaluate your body to ensure you stay in peak optimal condition for running.
I’ll review the book properly when I can but it gave me plenty of food for thought on where I actually was compared to where I thought/hoped I was.
The fact that my body was aching and I could not complete some of the “Standards” he described made me seriously doubt my preparedness.
Luckily Monday was a rest day which I absolutely nailed. Winning.
But then on Tuesday, a combination of my own tardiness and actually having some evening plans that didn’t involve trainers and shorts meant that I missed my 10k target run.
This means that my subsequent runs have been concertinaed up with today’s rest day being replaced by 10k followed by 23k and 16k at the weekend.
So at 2:30am on Friday morning, I awoke with a slight sweat after dreaming about sore joints and failing to even start my big race in May let alone completing it.
Touching every form of oak, teak and mahogany I can find, I haven’t had a serious injury during my training, only the dull ache of constantly tired legs.
This week of catchup running isn’t going to help but I am petrified of falling behind with my training so I can’t win.
Instead I am going to fall back on old wives’ tales like Epsom salt baths and lavender above my bed to ward of the spirit of injury future.
Everything is crossed, even my legs which means that running tomorrow is going to be tough but will look spectacular for anyone that happens to see me!