“What was that? A bit of cramp? Slight strain? I am sure it is nothing and I will be fine in the morning.” – that was what I was trying to convince myself last Friday night after finishing my race. The only problem was that night I couldn’t sleep due to the pain reverberating around my leg plus the fact that when I tried to get out of bed on Saturday morning I couldn’t bend my leg! Oh, this isn’t good, yet still, I tried to convince myself otherwise.
Trying to cover up the (clear) limp, people were asking me if I was alright. “I’m fine” I’d say, “Just a slight strain. Will be back out tomorrow no problem.” A clear case of positive self-talk!
After Saturday passed & Sunday was changed to a ‘rest day’, Monday was soon here. Shall I run? How about a swim? Neither appealed in the end in case I did some further damage and so I decided the best course would be to leave it until Tuesday and then head out for a steady 5 miles at lunchtime. I couldn’t wait.
Trainers on, earplugs in, I headed out…….”ouch!” (not quite the actual word used by the way). I had got 20 yards and the pain was ridiculous. “It will ease off,” I thought. A couple of ‘hello’s’ to neighbours as I tried to carry on but another 50 yards out and this wasn’t going away. My form was all out and I was running like I would do in the final mile of a marathon after hitting the wall! Surely not. It couldn’t be. Was I genuinely injured???! A dejected walk back home after only 2 minutes followed.
A few hours sulking (ridiculous, I know! What am I, 6 years old???! ) and I got to thinking. Could I have prevented it? Looking back, I did a pretty intense warm up but then loitered about for around 45 minutes before a brief further warm up prior to my first race of the evening. Possible lessons definitely learnt, and a damaged hamstring as a testament to it.