Worry less, run more

This week hasn’t gone to plan. 

It was bound to happen – things don’t always go swimmingly. Not in my experience anyway!

My calf has been sore, but with rest and liberal use of the foam roller it’s been improving. I ran on Monday, and all seemed well, which was encouraging.

On Tuesday evening my Mum told me she wasn’t feeling well. Wednesday morning she was in A&E. Thursday evening I drove the 100 mile trip to the hospital, arriving 5 minutes before the end of visiting. This provided an unexpected opportunity for some speed work as I sprinted through the hospital, thinking that if I was in before closing time at least I’d get to see my Mum that evening.

I did get in on time, and what I found didn’t settle my worries at all. My lovely Mum looked pretty rough. She was in an awful lot of pain, and sounded hoarse and exhausted. Things got worse when they brought round her evening medication and she had a bad reaction to it. Soon the bed was surrounded by nurses, doctors and various bits of medical equipment. It was very stressful and very scary. I didn’t leave the hospital until nearly 11pm and I was confident enough that things were stable.  

Fortunately my Mum is recovering. She’s been dosed up on drugs that have made her say some odd things (apparently I’m having a baby and she’ll be making a pink dress for its arrival…), but she’s improving day by day and my stress levels are gradually going down.

My training though…Nowt much has happened for a good couple of weeks now. And receiving the “12 weeks to go!” race-day countdown email from VICTA… my stress levels might still be higher than they should be!

Back to it though. That marathon isn’t going to run itself!  

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