It has been tough since the SDW100. Recovery is taking ages and therefore I have not been running. So, what on earth can I add to the sum of human happiness by tapping away at my keyboard?
Well – recovery for a start. Is there anything worse for the world than a runner who cannot run? It is bad enough for our significant others but has anyone stopped to think about how bad it is for the runner? To really appreciate just how tough it is?
I know that to a large extent – ok – to the fullest extent, recovery is a necessary evil that we have all brought on ourselves. Yes, we choose to enter these stupid events. We choose to put our bodies through the barrier where pain simply stops being something external to be battled, but a state of mind that you convert to your own side – something that you start to draw energy from.
This last week has been quite a surprise to me. I knew that it would be a few days before I could run again because, naturally enough, my legs would be stiff, my feet blistered, and I would have no energy reserves. What I had not banked on was bruising to my right foot and shoot pains (gained by transferring my weight away from my poor blistered left foot during the event itself for the last 16 miles).
How has it gone this week? Well Sunday, after the race, I was incoherent, could barely move. Monday, I couldn’t get out of bed until mid-morning – and then I was reduced to crawling along the carpet like a baby. Tuesday, I managed to drag myself into work and spoke to a conference in another city by Skype – I was walking using two nordic poles. Wednesday I was down to using just one pole, to help support the weight on my right leg. Thursday I continued to use one pole – continually fretting that I would stab my right foot (or indeed someone else) with the carbide tip of the pole. So, it was with great relief that I was able to ditch the sticks on Friday and hobble all on my own.
Saturday was much better – in fact so much so that I managed to persuade and justify to myself that I would run another 100 mile Centurion event in 2016 by volunteering to help out at Autumn 100 in 2015 and also signing up to run a 53 mile at the end of August – the White Cliffs Challenge. Sunday, I packed my wife – Susie – off for a 10.5 mile walk around the parish boundary with some of my running friends. For my part in this, I am sat, chilling out with my right foot resting on a freezer box ice pack to help with the internal swelling and inflammation in my foot, while writing this post, and drinking beer and eating bar snacks. Happy days.
How do you recover from Ultra events?
What are your tips?
How do you know you have recovered?
How do you know that you have got over it?