Thursday, 14 May 2015

On the road back...

I'm fat (I was a bit chubby, but tolerably so, and then I put on 3kg between surgery and starting new job, but stabilised there) & slow ('s what happens when you don't do anything for 4 months) but...


I peaked at 25 miles last week; of actual running (well, OK, jogging really - averaging 11mins/mile) not even run/walk.  So I'm really pleased with how things are going.  Although, I've got a horrible sore throat today and I generally feel rough so today's run is off and I'm travelling on Friday so I won't be running that day either (unless I can figure something out in the morning before the 7am shuttle bus leaves).


Hopefully I'll get something in tomorrow and then a quickie on Saturday (I'll miss parkrun by several hours due to being on a plane) after I get home in the afternoon and a long amble on Sunday again.  Trying to build that base back again and I'm pretty sure it'll take at least as long as I had off.  So at some point around the end of July I should be fit again.

The weight is another matter altogether.  One thing at a time!

Sunday, 26 April 2015

So! Tired!




I've been out in Michigan for work the last week and I thought I'd been doing fine with sleeping at the right time, getting up at the right time etc. and generally only feeling tired towards the end of the week due to a rotten cold. And then, when I got back on Saturday morning and had a day in the UK, Saturday night's sleep happened... having gone to bed at around 11pm, I woke up enough to get up out of bed at 1pm!

I did get some running in before my cold set in deeply onto my chest, so I hit my longest run since my Thames Path run back in October on Sunday after flying in the day before.



It was nice to get out for a similarly long run again today, up on the common.



I tracked back through the sleep tracking for last week and it uncovered that, despite going to bed at a reasonable time and getting up between 6am and 7am local time, I was getting very little sleep indeed.  No wonder I needed so much sleep last night!


Saturday, 21 March 2015

More a lumber than a run, but...

I done a runnings.


Having accidentally, but at the same time consciously, decided to take a jog for a few feet down the platform on the way home last night, I though I'd have a go at a jog/walk today.  It's been 16 weeks since I had my ATFL repair surgery and I was supposed to be running again at 12 weeks, so I figured it was time.

I did a modified C25K week one, day one session:- 9 mins brisk walk (to get to the park, so I can jog on soft ground), 5x 60s jog/90s walk, 2x 90s jog/90s walk, 5 mins brisk walk.


I do have considerable discomfort on the ankle, but it's a clicking sensation and on the opposite side to where the work was done.  So I figure that's OK discomfort.  I've also been doing lots of stabilisation exercises over the last 4 weeks which has made quite a difference.  However, my jogging is most definitely lop-sided and it seems mainly down to psychological reasons and not putting faith in things that are actually quite fine.

It's been bloody fabulous to get outside in running kit and break into a jog, if only for a few minutes in total.  More please.

Saturday, 14 March 2015

A little behind schedule

But still positive.

This is 14 weeks on from surgery and I'm not running yet.  I can't even run a step; it's almost funny when I try.  My brain says yes and when I go to do it, it doesn't work.  It's hard to explain really, but quite simply nothing happens.


However, I have been doing some exercise.  I started sitting on the bike on the turbo 6 weeks ago, with 4 weeks of 3 spins a week and two of just one in the last two weeks.  And today I actually felt confident enough to go out for a ride on the roads.  50 minutes of glorious, confident, self-powered freedom.  It was fabulous.  Despite being over-optimistic about the temperature and thus under-dressed, I enjoyed the heck out of that little ride.  Despite taking quite a gentle hill and feeling like it was really bloody hard, I really enjoyed it.


The confidence came from hugely improved stability and balance on my left leg.  My physio work has been focussing really well on getting me improved from the quite appalling state of balance I had after the boot came off.   I was unable to stand on that foot at all.  Couldn't get dressed standing up, couldn't do anything on one leg and now I can stand on one foot and bend my knee and touch my toes with the opposite hand.  I can step up on that foot and raise the opposite knee and hold it.  This is *huge* progress.


I'm hopeful now of possibly being able to try jogging in a couple more weeks.  That'll be 4 months after surgery, rather than the predicted 3.  A bit disappointing, but shit happens sometimes.

Thursday, 26 February 2015

I am grateful

I am indeed grateful for the health insurance provided by my newest employer.

Having had to fight for the last 3 months with a health insurance provider who had me by the short and curlies as I was mid-claim when I left the employer who I was covered under.  I had the choice of paying thousands of pounds for the treatment I was in the middle of, or a few hundred pounds a month in insurance premiums to cover that treatment *and* chasing up every single invoice 4-5 times because my account wasn't transferred properly from the corporate account to a personal account.

Now, all I had to do was call the insurer, answer some questions and make an appointment.  Of we go.  Seen & much more confident in my rehabilitation.

That's the positive bit.

The less than positive bit is that tomorrow is the end of week 12 after surgery and there's no way on god's earth I'm going to be running a single step tomorrow.

Despite the physio saying the power is there in my calf, the movement involved in running simply doesn't work.  I can walk, but I limp like a pirate unless I concentrate.  I can go up and down stairs and up on my toes; both legs at once or battling hard through pain for the lower section of it with one leg (it's easier in the upper range of being on my toes).  And I think that's the main problem with running as I don't strike with my heels; I mid-ish foot strike so that last few mm of the up/down-on-toes range is exactly hit.

The physio noted that my foot collapses inwards and takes my leg with it.  She's given me exercises to help with that and I think I'm progressing with those.  She also noted that my ankle is still swollen and congested in the joint, and my foot is still a different colour to the other one, and she's planning on working on that in our next appointment.  Annoyingly, due to choices I've made with travel for work, that'll be 10 days after the first appointment, rather than only a few days as the physio would have preferred.  Hey ho.   My choice.  Tough poop for me.

But.  I am grateful that I am being looked after properly now and I feel like things are moving better and I'm getting decent feedback from someone who's in tune with my preferences around sport.