I didn't run today. I really really wanted to, if only to see how damaged my calf is (I would have stopped the instant it started to hurt - honestly, I would have) but I've mismanaged these injuries so many times in the past that I decided to listen to the Voice of Reason. Yes, I texted Adam this morning because history shows that I cannot be trusted to do what's in my own best interests.
With a shouty TAKE THINGS STEADY and GENTLY DOES IT, he made his opinion known. Well, actually he didn't, because those shouts were open to interpretation. He could have meant that it was okay to do a gentle, steady run. (Oh, stop laughing. He could too have meant that.) However, I am learning and, instead of hearing what I wanted to hear, I asked for clarification. Turns out that he meant NO RUNNING, possibly a VERY GENTLE session on the cross-trainer if I couldn't bear to be inactive (although he wasn't in favour of this, either), and a SHORT and GENTLE run on the treadmill to test things out before our appointment on Monday. There was no way to misinterpret any of that. Damn.
I've also been told to wear my compression socks all day, elevate my leg, alternate ice and heat, and do very GENTLE stretching later on today. Sheesh, it's like I've become my own elderly aunt. Next thing you know, I'll be having some medicinal sherry and cake.
Time to be PATIENT. Again.