It being the last day of the year, those good people at WordPress this morning sent me a stats-lover’s e-mail summary, headlined “Your 2012 in blogging”. “Our stats helper monkeys have been busy putting together a personalized report detailing how your blog did in 2012,” they enthused, capping off a light-hearted opener with a superfluous exclamation point.
Dozens of posts (120), thousands of views, and the busiest day of the year had the most obscure title of the year, too; “Eschatology”. Readers in 77 countries, dominated by the UK, the US and the Netherlands. If anyone’s remotely interested – and how meta that would be; blog readers wanting to read stats about a blog they read – let me know and I’ll post WordPress’ report on my year in blogging as, well, another blog post. All a bit too solipsistic and navel-gazing, IMHO, if, that is, this blog has room to grow in either camp.
A look at Runkeeper, which has been tracking my progress since I fell out of love with Nike+ in June, shows a total of 97 runs for the half year covering 679km and burning nigh-on 64,000 calories.
And where am I now, having first run on Valentine’s Day 2011?
A couple of weeks ago, I put in my applications to run the Brighton and Hastings half marathons in February and March. After a few weeks in which my heels were grumbling, first thing and then a number of hours post-running, I had a week or so off following a feverish couple of days and a hard hacking, phlegmy cough. A couple of days after Christmas – a Christmas dominated by running presents (shoes, meggings, top, iPhone sleeve holder – the works), @agentkiss and I went out for one of our relatively rare (but very enjoyable) runs together. An away run just outside Newmarket.
All seemed fine. Until the afternoon after when, having been stuck on the car park that is the M11 for another hour or so, we got out at a service station for some R&R. I found it very difficult to put weight on my left heel. Lots of ibuprofen and Google searching later, and it looks like I’m ending the year with the same condition I started it with. Plantar fricking fasciitis, albeit this time in the left heel rather than the right arch.
First thing I did: book an appointment with my sports physio, swearing off running until he’s given me the once-over. Because of holidays and early year bookings, the earliest he can see me is 10 January.
Second thing I did (after regularly popping ibuprofen to ease the swelling): relocate my Orthoheel orthotics, ice pack and golf ball – in my shoe drawer, the freezer and the Master’s Drawer of Spherical Objects respectively – and begin a more rigorous personal programme of RICE and foot massage.
Third thing I did: email the organisers of the Brighton and Hastings halves and see if I could get a refund/lose the commitment to charity fund-raising and postpone everything until 2014. Jury’s still on annual leave on that one.
Fourth thing I did: determine not to be too despondent if it turns out I do have PF again. Much as running has helped transform my life, this is a condition I know I can conquer. And while I may be weeks or months from getting back to the joys of running, and certainly getting back to previous levels of running fitness, I’m not going to stop exercising or stop using the great presents @agentkiss kitted me out with at Christmas. Maybe as comparatively soon as 2 January, I’m going to get out on my bike again and munch up more kilometres in less time on the roads of Sussex. You don’t put in 97 training sessions, burn as many as 64K kCal and blog 120 times for nought. The worm has turned and, though his feet may not be playing ball, it’s not turning back that quickly or easily.
Fifth thing I did: decide to work out – beyond faulty physiognomy; legs of different lengths and an outward-turned right leg – what I need to do to modify my gait, style and running regimen so that PF does not become a regular log jam in my running career. My knees and hips have benefited from many years of not exercising, and the ailments that stop many runners of my age don’t apply to me.
My new year’s resolution? Take an evidenced-based approach to finding a completely sustainable way of running.
Happy New Year.