Yesterday was my second appointment with my new physio, Julie. (Jan the Physio is on sick leave and Julie is her colleague.) I was apprehensive about starting with someone new and initially feared that this apprehension might be justified, as Julie's instructions to add in 50 calf raises/day left my injured leg in spasms from mid-thigh to mid-calf. But I persevered in my usual brave and stoic manner, and quickly was up to 100 calf raises/day with no pain and no cramping.
My leg was feeling stronger and healthier, too. There was only a minimal pulling sensation very occasionally by the time I went to Shetland at the beginning of this week where, of course, I promptly re-aggravated things on the stationary bike at the gym. No idea why this happened. One second I was happily pedalling away at low resistance; the next, my hamstring tendon and calf completely seized up. I immediately stopped - if I've learned nothing else from this injury, it's STOP when something hurts - and walked back to the flat. For the next two days, I could feel a low level ache in my calf most of the time and depressed myself with visions of any return to running being put back yet another month.
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Julie's attitude was, 'You won't know if you're ready to run until you actually try running.' So I left with instructions to try a 2min jog/1min walk for one mile on a soft surface and to be guided by my body, not my head, as I increase time and distance over the next two weeks.
And that is what I did today. I have a fierce sore throat and a developing head cold but nothing was going to keep me from giving this a go. I walked a half-mile to the local sports field as a warm-up and then, with a prayer offered up to the running gods, started to shuffle at a faster-than-walking pace. Two minutes passed and nothing hurt/tore/spasmed. In fact, my calf felt pretty good. By the end of my mile (or rather, 15 minutes as I have no idea how far each lap of the small playing field is), I was moving at a jogging pace - still really slow, but it was definitely more than a shuffle! I walked the half-mile back home, was tempted to try some more jogging on the way, but resisted the urge. A slow and sensible progression, that's my aim.
I never thought that jogging for a total of 10 minutes would make me feel so happy!