Mon – 45min run – 20min fast, and bike
Thus – Swim – 2500m, 15min row and bike (making use of the gym…!)
Wed – 5K fast, 3k jog (bad idea…), 8×8 goblet squats and bike
Thurs – 2500m swim
Fri – RESTTT
Ooops. The curse of self competition struck me on Wednesday. The seemingly friendly little screen on the treadmill that records time and distance seemed to let its smile fade, and in its place the mocking seconds built to minutes. So – well – I kicked its ass. My body responded by telling me off, and now i’m feeling a little delicate and sore. I think a tiny bit of me has been upping my running each time, to see how far I could push it. Looks like i’ve found the point.
My attitude towards this injury has altered as time has gone on. At first, I saw it as a fault, something broken, that needed fixing – plain and simple. I expected Rest to wave its wand and allow me to return to training as normal. I realise maybe its a little more complicated. I need to return gradually, and learn to think about training differently. Getting stronger, faster, better is a gradual process – you push it, and you push your body over the edge. The body can only adapt at its own pace, it cannot be forced.
I guess I understand that this pain might return a few times, and when it does, I need to stop whatever it was I did, take a few days rest, and take it down a notch until my body is comfortable. Kicking the ass of the treadmill is not worth it if it involves pummelling my own poor bottom too. This, I should bare in mind!