Houston, we may have a wee bit of a problem here, and no, it's not the realisation that there are only 75 days to go (although come to think of it........AAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!).
Interval training today. Now don't nod wisely like you all know what that means; for those of you thinking that it involves running down a cinema aisle at high speed during the break in the middle of a movie, buying a choc ice at every lap, you are dead wrong (but I think we may have just seen the future of exercise). It consists of running in shorter, more intense bursts, followed by a slow recovery; how hard you run during the runny bits (eeeeew......runny bits......!) depends on the time split between the two levels (shorter bursts with loner recovery = more intense).
Tonight was a 3 minutes (exercise) 2 minutes (recovery) split, which meant that you were really giving it some welly. It felt reeeeally good; very out of breath but to sustain that level of exercise impressed even me. All was going so well until one 'cycle' before the end when my right knee decided to make itself known in the form of a sharp and rather disconcerting pain. I need not remind you that this is not something you want to be experiencing less than three months before the London marathon.
You know the theory that your life passes before your eyes when you die? Well my blog passed before me in a matter of seconds when the pain hit; irrationality took over and all my dreams and ambition were suddenly dashed......was it/is it all over?
Hope not!!
Fortunately Vulcan logic took hold again. An extremely positive thing is that I didn't stop running. I reduced stride length and relaxed it into a light trot-jog, and the pain abated; by the time I got back into the car I was a little stiff and sore but could walk without holding on to anything.
What happened is likely to be a simple of case of pushing too hard and has not done any permanently damaging damage. Yes, this is some conviction supplemented by a hefty chunk of hope. If there are any repercussions I will know tomorrow morning, in that moment when I stand up from the bed; I am trying not to think about what it might mean if I struggle.
It would come as such a blow, and so ironic as it has come during a session when I felt so very, very good. I do keep on harking back to the Adrian of old, and what I was capable - and incapable - of. I'm starting to believe (with that little bit of luck you always need, especially now) that I might actually do this.
So like I said.....keep your fingers crossed........!
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