From half to zero marathon :(

Well it's official...has been more than a sneaking suspicion for a few weeks and now, despite all those driven December posts, I have to concede that the Half Marathon next weekend will not be seeing me after all.

It's highly unfortunate really that I've returned to my default 'overdo then injure' state again which I'd managed to avoid for a good nine months and about 6 triathlons.  I'd started coming up with theories on how it was a thing of the past and everything and then...twang...the trapped (pinched, compressed...) nerve which appears to have little intention of untrapping itself!  I guess it's really cosy in there, schnoozled up somewhere within my right glute or hip or...wherever it actually is as it's so hard to tell with the odd pains and sensations I have zooming around from my right shoulder to my toes which have felt like they're broken for the best part of a year now.

I had decided to ignore the pesky ailment and returned to triathlons with some success, and a great deal of teasing as people assumed my returning meant I'd made up the whole damn thing in the first place!  Why I would is still evading me, but people funny yes. And although I had some frustrations and was a lot more volatile in training and races, I actually cut my times in my two key races, which is, I suppose, the thinking that led me to believe I could comfortably complete a half marathon.  Ha!

Those long runs, however, told me that a little more healing needed to be done, and to prove the point, as well as that delightful metatarsalgia, threw me into an odd state whereby the two sides of my body feel totally different, to the point I feel I'm lacking in any symmetry at all.  Add to that the randomly scattered pains, I'm not feeling too athletically clever!

So, I'm back to as much yoga as possible, including a restorative class, booked my appointment with my fantastic Swedish Osteopath, whom I'd been avoiding for months since she categorically forbade me from doing triathlons (yep...I'll eat humble pie and take the buff...) I tried spin, as I thought a stationary bike might be less damaging than a real one, and I have more opportunity to stop if I need to, without getting stranded like a lone gazelle on a highway of fast moving predators...but after one class my body feels more out of synch than ever...and although I'm enjoying the fact that I worked my abs, I'm not sure two days later the pain is supposed to be so sharp...

On reflection, I think the quote above is just a little too relevant to not make me squirm. So from this day forth, I will try to be a wee bit more friendly to my body, OK?!