Happily Ever After
Life in The Rural Retreat with a beautiful wife, three cats, garden wildlife, a camera, a computer – and increasing amounts about running
Playing It Safe
by Russell Turner - 20:08 on 16 February 2018
Today should have seen the second of the Week 8 training runs. There was even decent weather. But I’m not taking any chances.
My almost-cramped right calf muscle is taking time to recover so running is off the agenda until (all being well) Monday. Tomorrow’s out because City Limits returns to Johnny Foxes tonight, which means a late night and a late morning, and in the afternoon Matchgirl and I take a car each to Boath House where we’ll mark ten years since our first stay. And Sunday’s out because when Matchgirl returns to The Rural Retreat I’ll continue east to Elgin (hence multiple motors) where the band will spend the day at the Moray Wedding Fair to drum up some more business.
Matchgirl, having suffered through several medical traumas, approves of my athletic caution. She concurs with my diagnosis: something serious such as a tear would be persistently painful whereas I suffer only mild discomfort when walking, as if the leg was bruised. With luck it will disappear (the discomfort, not the leg) during the weekend.
The almost-cramp’s cause is unknown but my theory is lack of sodium. Salt is frowned upon in Matchgirl’s culinary world so my major domestic intake is via Tesco crisps (which I can enjoy without guilt since running took ten pounds off my weight) and Marmite. Last week no crisps were consumed. I rest my case.
Fortunately, I began the training programme a week early so I’d have room for illness or injury. As long as my recovery takes less than a week I’ll have no problems. Fingers crossed.
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