The aim for the run on Thursday, as ever, was to beat the rain. I set off under bright blue Estuary Wilds skies. I returned with a darkened gloom spreading over the town.
This was a pacey run. I increased my speed significantly compared to yesterday. I’m still very much off the pace when compared to where I was pre-injury. I’m turning into the Dot Cotton of the Estuary Wilds.
Elsewhere, and it was fairly uneventful with little to see. The best it got was a comedy moment with a middle-aged couple fighting a losing battle in trying to keep their umbrella erect. It collapsed within and almost swallowed them whole.
I had a few twinges when I returned, not so much the calf muscle itself, but on my ankle where I think I pressed it a little hard. I admit to relying on the comfort of the Bionic Lidl running shoes.
There’s optimistic talk of a return to parkrun at the weekend. That’s going to go well, right? I always approach parkrun with the mentality that it’s not a race. But then you get sucked into the herd and the adrenaline takes over.
I expect this to be one of my final running updates as I succumb to yet another bloody parkrun injury and have another six months of no running.
Live to run, run to live.