Spectator mode: Engaged

So this weekend is hardly shaping up to how I envisioned it a couple of months ago: I'm currently sitting on a bus to Inverness, trundling through the gorgeous Scottish highlands in the gentle autumn sunshine, but the last five weeks leading up to this point have been terribly bittersweet.

My weekender bag feels dolefully light without my running kit in it, and my running number sits untouched in my bookcase back home. My ankle is still twinging and strapped up like a candy cane, yet I am still making my way to the River Ness running festival. Mr MFC is running is first marathon, and of course I want to be there to support him.

It's probably best this way. Perhaps the universe thought that I would be needed more on the sidelines than on the running track. I may not be running this weekend, but there will be other races. This is the only opportunity I will have to watch one of my favourite people cross his first marathon finish line, and that is priceless.

You know what they say: if life gives you lemons, make lemonade. So, I am taking my role as supportive spectator with as much gusto as I would if I was actually running the race.  

Clapping hands at the ready...

Still Guffed

So in case the three week long silence hasn't given it away... my ankle is STILL giving me bother. I haven't been out running in about a month now, and it's really starting to get me down.

I have been to the physio, who says I have tendonitis. The really bad news is my River Ness 10k is looking kind of unlikely now. :(

However, I do have mighty colourful strapping!

So yeah. Kind of gutted at the moment if I'm frank with you. The fact that it is dragging on so long is frustrating, however I'm still doing everything I can to get back on track. I'm still swimming and doing the bikes, plus fitting in easy weight training and yoga when I can.

I have another appointment on Tuesday, where I will be fitted with some fancy insoles for my trainers to stop this kind of injury happening again, then I can probably go out running for short distances. But as I said, the 10k next week isn't looking good. Pretty devastated.

Anyway, I'll keep you all updated....

FFS

I really only have myself to blame. Yup, my ankle is playing up again.

I went on it too much, too soon, and now I am suffering the consequences. Again. Sigh.

So its back to cross training, which means more bikes (YAWN) and more upper body focus than you can shake a stick at. I'll start looking like Jodie Marsh if I'm not careful *shudder*

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Okay, okay, not quite. But still, I'm sitting here on the couch looking longingly out at the wonderful sunshine and wishing I could go out for a dash.

All is not lost though, I've been using this injury to get into my swimming again. There's a pool near where I live that has recently reopened after a fairly hefty refurbishment, and I must admit it really is quite nice. I went with Mr MFC this morning and busted out a few lengths, and I was pleasantly surprised by how much I enjoyed it. The pool opens really early too, so I might be able to get a couple of pre-work sessions in later in the week, assuming that my ankle doesn't decide to get its act together.

Ho hum, anyway we'll see.

Oh yeah - one more thing. I'm logging again.

Sorry folks, but my holiday blow out has kind of caught up with me, and early last week I hit what I call my "alarm bell" weight, which is basically 5lbs over my target.

Yes yes, it was probably all water weight. In fact, I KNOW it was mostly water weight because after only a week I have nearly lost it all again, but I still think I need to step back into line a bit.

Everything had been going really well up until the holiday though, so logging again is just a temporary measure to get me back down where I want to be. Once I've done that, I'll be back off it again. Hopefully for good.