In the previous post, I wrote about how migraines and the medication for them interfered with my running. I had no sooner overcome that problem than I had to face another-
|Note the scratches and dints .... an ALWAYS wear a cycle helmet. Your head is softer than the helmet.|
|More gravel rash|
|Gravel rash and bruised knees.|
When I returned to A & E as instructed, I had further x-rays but the doctor was still unable to tell if anything was broken because there are so many lines on the bones of the foot. He referred me to the orthopaedic consultant who said that at some point we have to stop scrutinising the x-rays and have a look at what is going on with the actual foot. After a thorough examination, and after he had then scraped me down from the ceiling (!), he said it was highly likely that there was a small fracture and certainly there was a lot of soft tissue damage, which would be causing most of the pain. Result? In a pot for 3 weeks, no weight bearing, keep foot elevated as much as possible.
|Still bruised after the pot was off|
Vicky was working from home at the time and the rest of the family also ran around after me and friends visited, during my 7 weeks off work. The Queen’s Jubilee Celebrations were televised, which also helped ease the monotony. But I’m not kidding you, the weeks I spent on the sofa in the front room with my foot up, it seemed like the world and his wife took up running and decided to run past my house just to spite me! I got very sulky from time to time and felt very sorry for myself.
After the pot came off, I was still on crutches for another 3 weeks and it took a good few weeks to walk unaided. Running was out of the question for a while so I had to ‘get back on the bike’ literally as well as proverbially. I was very nervous to start with, but in the face of not being able to run and wanting to try to restore my fitness levels I pushed myself and increased the distances I was riding gradually. Chris gave me a lot of encouragement, especially at the times I was struggling to bike uphill and saying “I’d much rather run it!”. Eventually I took part in the 2012 St Andrew’s Hospice Charity bike ride. This was 70 miles and laid to rest the ghost of the previous year’s failed attempt.
|Bruise on bottom of foot|
My running buddy, Sue bought me a sports massage for Christmas, which I had in January. I was expecting it to hurt, having seen Sue nearly jump off the bed when she had her treatment! It didn’t hurt; I could feel pressure and there was a bit of pain over my foot – having said that, I probably really tensed it as soon as he looked at it! I’m a bit of a cynic and wary of the placebo effect so I didn’t know whether the massage had helped until I walked down stairs and didn’t hear my knees, ankles and hips clicking. They would normally be very clicky on climbing or descending stairs after a run, but this was much improved. I now swear by sports massage as a body MOT and have found a good sports massage therapist locally. More about this another time.
I got back up to the distances we’d been running pre-injury by January 2012 and by the end of January Sue and I had done a 10 miler. On a bit of a whim, we’d also signed up for a half marathon at the end of February... and more about that in a future post.
Since being able to run again, I’ve hardly been out on my bike. It’s not that I’ve fallen out
with it because of the accident, it just doesn’t float my boat like running does. This is a shame, because in order to reduce the likelihood of injury, it’s helpful to include some alternative exercise to use different muscles. I will make myself have a go some time and / or go swimming. I am really keen to look after myself well in the lead up to running a full marathon. Doing everything I can to avoid injury has to be a priority – especially having experienced a forced break in running.