Thursday 29th October.
A little disaster....more in a bit.
Went out on Monday, up the hill to the right and back round via Sheephatch - only 2.5 miles, but felt really good, and here's the start of my undoing. My chip that I carry with me to record my distance and time throws up the odd strange number. I was achieving sub 9 minute miles, but then my "machine" recorded a 9'55" per mile overall, which made no sense to me. The iPod itself is rather cumbersome to get into the arm pouch and I think that there is time lost once you finish your run as you fumble for the stop button, the clock still ticking by.
However, going out for a 3 miler yesterday, back up that blessed hill to the right, I then followed a new route and felt so good (following on from Monday) that I started to push myself a bit. Going uphill after a mile, an almost imperceptible pain in my calf soon grew to agony, and I thought that I had a muscle cramp (encouraging to know that I had the muscle to go into spasm!!!). Having not recovered by the time I limped home, the reality of a pulled muscle now plagues me, but I hope that I caught it early and can recover from it quickly.
This morning I met up with Mac, with whom I am going to train. Both worrying that the other was a closet Paula Radcliffe - in the running sense, not the other! - I think that we have agreed that our expectations are the same and we have mapped out some courses around the local area to use. Muscle permitting, we shall be out on Monday doing a 4 miler in about 50 minutes - reverting to the received wisdom that you should not push it at the start. Re-reading the advice on various websites, a warm-up and stretching period of about 30 minutes is recommended. Seeing as how I normally do my run in the same time, the thought of spending the same time again (by which time I could be back!) warming up had little to commend it. 1 pulled muscle later and the sense of it becomes apparent.
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