Monthly Archives: September 2018

What My Return to Running Will Look Like

Now that I’m almost pain free I’ve started to think about my return to running. My view on it has really changed.

No more worrying about times:

Previous to my injury I was so determined to improve my time all the time. I was disappointed if I went over a 15 minute mile. I was annoyed if I went over a 45 minute 5k. There’s one thing this injury has taught me and that’s to enjoy running. Run because I can not because I have to.

No more signing up for races:

The main thing I panicked about when I got injured, was the races I’d entered. I had the Gosport Golden Mile, River Ness 10K and the Great South Run. I still went ahead and ran the Gosport Golden Mile which was a huge mistake but hindsight is a wonderful thing! Luckily I’ve managed to get my entry fee back from the Great South Run so that just leaves the River Ness 10K who won’t refund or let me defer. I guess I just have to let that one go. I no longer want that pressure of “I have to be able to run this distance” I want my running to be for me. Although I do really want to do the 5 mile beer and cake race again!

The end goal is not a marathon:

Some runners feel the end goal is to run a marathon. They work their way through the distances and then sign up to a marathon or ultra. I just want to be able to run. I want to complete a parkrun but after 5K anything else will just be a bonus.

Social Running:

One thing I do definitely want to do is return to Breakfast Club. Running with people I know and a nice chatty breakfast afterwards. I think if I do end up going over 5K, this will be it. It’s half an hour out and half an hour back. It’ll be nice to see how I progress through this but I’m not going to think “I want to run 4 miles, or 5 miles or 6 miles” etc. My progression will come naturally the more I run when I can run.

Now I just have to figure out how to get rid of this last little bit of niggly injury!

A Walk With A Twist

I went for a walk on Friday. I’d decided to do a “parkrun practice” I don’t really want to return to parkrun until I’m able to do it in under an hour. Anyway as I made my way down to the beach I thought “I’ll walk the course in reverse” And that I did. I started heading towards the second turnaround point and was thinking “At least this will give me something to blog about” I’ve struggled finding content as my blog is more of a diary but with nothing really happening it makes posting a struggle.

I was walking along enjoying the weather, warm with a breeze to keep me cool, and listening to snippets of people’s conversations as I overtook them or they overtook me. I was just thinking about how I might turn around at the slipway to avoid having to walk over the shingle section at the bottom of the slipway when I overtook an older couple. Then I heard someone fall, and I mean really fall.

I turned around and the lady from the couple was on the floor crying out. I immediately went back to her and asked if she was ok. She was crying out in pain and I think in shock a bit. She had a huge lump coming up on the side of her forehead and her face was cut and bleeding from multiple places. She was holding her knee too. I told her not to move but just have a little assess of how everything felt. She told me she didn’t think she could get up. She felt extremely sick and dizzy and everything hurt and asked me to call an ambulance. I rang 999 and whilst talking to the operator she repeatedly asked her husband if she’d knocked her teeth out. This became a real concern for her so she must have given them a fair old whack.

As I spoke to the operator he told me my call had gone through to the Isle of Wight and he was having trouble finding where we were on the mainland. I tried giving them landmarks but my mind was blank on road names. I asked her husband if he could think of anywhere but I think he went in to shock too as he couldn’t speak.

The operator told us we weren’t to move her at all and asked if one of us would be able to go up from the promenade on to the roadside to flag the ambulance down and take them too her. I told her husband I’d go up on to the roadside as she’d probably feel more comfortable with him there. I went up and looked out. The ambulance took a whole 30 minutes to arrive! It felt like time was standing still! The longest 30 minutes of my life!

Once the paramedics arrived I led them down to her and I was so surprised by the way they spoke to her. The first thing the paramedic said was “Is there any reason you’ve not attempted to get off the floor?” She became flustered and was trying to explain she didn’t think she could get up so I interjected and said we’d been advised by the operator not to move her. She then tried to explain what had happened and he cut her off by saying “We know you tripped, they all saw it” He was so short with her. It made me feel quite sad that he spoke to her like that when she was clearly shocked and a bit panicky.

I said my goodbyes and left them as the paramedic took her to the ambulance. I just went home after that. I’d been out a lot longer than I expected and felt a bit deflated by everything. Up until the point where I’d stopped to help, I’d actually managed to keep up a pretty good pace and was pain free.

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