So its not a good start when I wake up on Monday and can't even put my foot on the floor following the 10km race on Sunday. It seems I pulled my calf muscle rather badly.
In hindsight I probably shouldn't have started the race as I noticed something pull behind my knee when I got off the plane last Friday - but anyone who is a runner knows the dilemma of being ready to race and wanting to find a way to make it happen despite being aware of a niggling injury emerging.
Now that the damage is done I have a two pronged approach - my mothers wonderful massage skills....with ice and heat treatments...
Hardly a soul in sight - what a beautiful country we live in.
and a bottle of anti inflammatorys. The two go hand in hand brilliantly.
Fortunately, I am staying with my mum and dad this week and each morning when I wake up I move slowly from the bed to mum's massage table. Each day the pain lessens and I am now walking much more comfortably and am very excited to be able to enjoy the gorgeous Milford Beach scenery at a more leisurely pace.
Anyway baby steps in the recovery journey - the aim is to be out for a long slow run on Sunday morning. Will keep you posted.
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