It’s been ages since I last posted. Last time I was rejoicing at being able to walk again and how much difference it had made to my life.
Last week I met with Mr Khan, my consultant surgeon. He asked the usual questions and then announced, completely unprovoked, that he felt that it was maybe time for me to start running – if I wanted to.
IF. I WANTED. TO.
I stayed very calm, thanked him, and then, on the way to X-Ray, I did a Happy Dance in the lift.
Since then I’ve restarted my running. I’m following the 5K program designed by Jeff Galloway. His training plans have worked so well for me in the past, allowing me to train up to a good half marathon pace, so I trust them. It’s slow going, but after a week I’m already up to a mile and a half. It sounds nothing when compared to the 17 miles I used to be able to run, but it’s a mile and a half more than I could run last week!
I don’t have any ambitions, other than to be able to run 3 miles. I’ve promised to take it steady and I’m running on the treadmill so that a) I’m running on cushioned and even ground and b) if I get into difficulties, I’m only at the end of the garden!
Honestly, just being able to run again is just wonderful!