Everyone is running except me! It’s criminal!!!!!!!

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Good witch and tailrunner Diane tries to give me the evil eye as she accompanies this 80-84 category parkrunner at Wimpole Estate yesterday. I was marshaling by a long straight stretch adjacent to the lake and combined this sacred duty with taking a couple of hundred photos. That’s so like me. Just selflessly working on behalf of others without a thought for my own needs or comfort. Well, all that’s gonna change when I recover from my already-one-month old injury. It’ll be about me me me from then on. Still unsure when “my time” commences. Having fallen heavily on rubble and then run 12 miles on a quadriceps injury, it’s slowly getting better but it really is at a snail’s pace.I haven’t attempted to run over the last month because bending my left knee has been painful and movement is limited.

Anyway, I have a cunning plan! I start running prematurely and to my intense surprise and shock, re-injure myself. Obviously I wouldn’t be that stupid, would I? Unfortunately, it’s a great temptation. It’s sooooo frustrating watching Lorna and my running chums take part in races that are currently forbidden to me due to a ridiculous injury. I blame the farmer for laying down rubble to give traction to his heavy farm machinery during muddy weather, gravity for pulling my foot down causing me to stumble headlong, my running shoes for not thinking out of the box and warning me of impending danger and the weak megaphone which caused me not to hear the race director’s specific mention of the section of dangerous terrain (I was warming up at this point). In  a nutshell, my accident wasn’t my fault and I had to de-friend someone who suggested I don’t pick my feet up sufficiently. Condensed version of the above : I don’t like being unable to run.

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Lorna powers ahead to finish our local Bonfire Burn 10k while I languish like a beached jellyfish on the sidelines.

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These are runners. They have run 10k. How lucky are they?

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This is Diane, hardworking race director at Wimpole Estate parkrun addressing the throng and again, with a young parkrunner.

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Small compensation in the Wimpole pre-loved -but- now -wickedly -discarded -and -crying -out- for -an appreciative -home book shop.

I rest my case. Good night!

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3 thoughts on “Everyone is running except me! It’s criminal!!!!!!!

  1. It’s tru what they say then about ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’. Sorry to hear that you are missing out. Are you doing any physio? Can you swim or cycle?
    Got a lovely image in my head of my running shoes thinking while they were in the box, but losing the ability as soon as someone takes the lid off! What would they think about? Will I go outdoors or be on a treadmill? Will I be used every day, will I get smelly feet? Or maybe they ponder the meaning of existence and draw parallels with schroedingers cat. Will we ever know?

  2. No physio, swimming or cycling but I am talking to my quadriceps directly (as in quadriceps centred counselling) and my Druid experience on Glastonbury Tor is actively promoting healing. I’ll probably have a little run tomorrow to see how much progress I’ve made.
    I reckon in less than five years, we’ll be able to buy sentient or cerebral running shoes that are capable of sustaining a basic conversation, say at a Daily Mail level. We’ll know when they wear out because they will start to slur and suddenly go off at a tangent,

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