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  • Richard Cash

82. When Irony Strikes - Not the start I was looking for


This was not the start I was looking for... I have exactly 12 months to go until I run an insane distance. First run out and within ten feet (and yes I mean ten fucking feet) my right calf goes. Just as I transition from walking to running. Not the best start. I harp on about committing in my previous post and 24 hours later I pull my goddam soleus... in my good leg.


I cannot tell you how frustrating it is, if you've ever had injury after injury, to feel great only to fuck your shit up the moment you start to go. It is a nightmare. There is absolutely no logical reason for why it went. None at all.


I warmed up, I transitioned gently into jogging from walking. I had plenty of rest. No underlying injury. And 'BAM!' I get sideswiped with a calf strain.


Instant return to base, ice pack and yet more swearing.


Right now I'm feeling aggreived. This shit seems to happen every time I commit to doing something. Let me explain...


When I set out to walk the 100km I broke my toe within 7 days of starting to train. A problem that stayed with me right up until the event 4 1/2 months later.


When I set out to run the 100km, 'Kablam!'... I tore my peroneal muscle on my first training run. A problem I am still sorting out 2 years later and which led to all kinds of tendonitis, etc.


Now this.


Friends have said I never take the easy route... but just for one fucking time I'd like the easy route. Just to be able to train without the fear of something tearing or snapping. To be able to run without any kind of pain from the very first step. It's getting kind of ridiculous.


I mean it's not too much to ask, is it? Just the ability to train systematically for something without some shit spraining, tearing or going wrong at the start, without even pushing it?


I'm even considering doing some form of spiritual healing-reiki-peyote-sweat-lodge-out-of-body-experience shit in order to cleanse my soul or some such, because something is going on.


Enough already. Just let me get on and get this done. I'm only 47 FFS! I live a good life being a decent person so think I have some decent karma credits in the bank in order to go for a safe run. It's really not too much to ask. Anyway, rant over. I'm going to just breathe and do what I do which will be to simply adapt and overcome. Just like everything else. I'll start by mediating for more ease and flow, I think...






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