Spoiler alert: this (short) blog is actually about running.
Recap: I pulled a left-leg calf muscle during the Easter Monday Lewes AC’s 10K, whose contraction tugged at my plantar fascia and gave me mild PF. I RICEd it religiously, got brilliant treatment, advice, and supernaters’ orthotics from my splendid sports physio.
I’ve biked madly ever since – 300K in June alone – and swum lots of lengths in the Pells. Low or no impact but exercise nonetheless. Just not running.
On Sunday, at physio’s instructions, I ran for two minutes and then walked for two; repeat five times. Mild sensation at the heel insertion of the plantar fascia, but nothing major immediately or in the following days. More icing and spiky ball rolling under the foot, as planned.
So this morning, I went for my first “proper” run in two months. A loop to Spring Barn Farm, Stanley Turner, Ham Lane, the Dump, the Dripping Pan, Priory Ruins and home. About 5K and change, though – thanks, @runkeeper; NOT! – my soon-to-be-ex running app gave me an extra kilometre or so in my first five minutes.
I felt my feet; I felt my feet. But nothing felt too bad. 2K in, my hamstrings were singing loudly to me. 4K in, it was the turn of my inner thighs. Different muscles being used for different things for the first time in anger in eight weeks.
But post bath, short term, I seem to be feeling fine. Another ride and a swim tomorrow, and a similar distance – perhaps with some hill work – on Saturday, I sense. Progress and rehabilitation, one day at a time.