The marathon is in two and a half.
“Forget it,” he said. “If you keep running you'll get a fracture.”
I don't want a fracture, nor the continued pain of running like this. I can't even walk without pain. I ran 12 kilometers yesterday and it was definitely a bad idea. The damage was likely done between the 30K on April 2 and 25.6K six days later. I'm no ultra-marathon runner :(
It's so frustrating as I've done everything right. I haven't had a drink (with the exception of St. Patrick's Day) since Feb. 17 – nearly 10 weeks ago. I'd been training diligently, increasing the mileage gently each week. I avoided bike crashes by using public transport. I don’t know what I could have done differently.
It's possible this injury is a hangover from the one I had before the Dublin Marathon in October. I could still feel the old wounds in my foot, and in my hip (from the previous crash) but only slightly and I thought the worst was over. But blah blah. ‘Tis done now and there’s nothing I can do about it.
I’m not giving up though. I’ll recover from this and then I’ll run a different marathon somewhere else. There are marathons all over the place all the time. After getting my rest I’ll start training again and simply run one when I’m ready.
Meanwhile I’ll keep accepting donations for Syria. I had been thinking that the training was going better than the fundraising, but now this latest blow will give the fundraising a chance to catch up.
Anything you give will go directly to MSF, providing aid among bombs, hope amid despair. We need hope. Thank you.