Getting back onto my post-Helsinki metaphorical horse has proven more difficult that I had hoped or imagined. All of my post race soreness resolved more quickly that I could have dared to hope for – with the important exception of my right shin, which is just refusing to cooperate. Three times now I’ve waited a while for it to heal up – so that I was moving easily and without any discomfort – only for the pain to flare up again dramatically after a mile of so of my ‘comeback’ run.
Of course most runners have been through these hoops many times before – wanting to run, itching to run, waiting patiently to be able to run – but ultimately not being able to run. I think I’m slightly better at managing this process than I have been in the past. I don’t think I get anything like as upset or as cranky as would have been the case four of five years ago. Whether my improved attitude is as a result advancing years or because I might finally be learning some patience is quite difficult to tell.
Psychologically, I think I’m finally over the disappointment of not running well in Finland. Apart from anything else, I was starting to annoy and bore myself. Whether I had sunk fully into self-pity more is perhaps best for others to judge, but I know I have to take whatever positives I can from the experience at this point and move on.
For the moment I have to be patient with my unco-operative shin. I’ve started back lifting a few weights and, in the absence of my metaphorical horse, I’ll jump up on my bike today and try that for size.
It’s not a run, but it’s not moping around with a face like a well-smacked arse either.