Last week's runs, including one of 6 miles (with 4 miles of intervals) and an 11 mile long run, went well. This triggered a 'phew, I'm not injured' reaction because the week before that - which was a reduced mileage week and therefore meant to be EASY and RELAXING - was SO HARD and made my legs feel SO HORRIBLE that I was convinced that I would never make it to the Malta start line. My left leg hurt and ached from the hip flexor ('oh no, it's my marathon injury returned to haunt me!') to the ankle. My calf cramped up so tight on one of the easy runs that I had visions of it tearing again. Both ankles ached as though they had been sprained. The only thing that felt good was my plantar fascia.
I'm still not sure what that week was all about, unless it was my legs really really wanting a week off and me not listening.
Regardless of what the issue was, I seem to be fine now. Last week's runs felt good with only very minor and very fleeting niggles. I had my pre-race massage and MOT with Adam this afternoon (brought forward by me after panicking about my calf) and was a bit embarrassed as he couldn't find anything wrong with my legs at all. There was some residual tightness in my hamstrings and calves, but that was a reflection of usage, not injury. The conclusion? A clean bill of running health.
I'm feeling so superstitious about getting to the start line injury-free that I'm not allowing myself to feel excited about it in case I draw the attention of the Running Gods. And yet, when I see pictures like this...
|Sliema, the city where we are staying & where the race ends|
|Valletta, across the water from where we are staying|
|Mdina, where the Half Marathon starts|