|5:30am in Terrigal and the first Trotters begin checking|
for the Saturday run or walk.
I have never analysed the stats, but my guess is that you could divide the Trotters population into quarters. One quarter are fit and running well. Another quarter are running, but carrying an injury. A third quarter are running, but coming back from injury, and the final quarter are unable to run because of illness or injury, some permanently.
|Kurrawyba Avenue in Terrigal was on|
my walk route this morning.
The easiest to deal with is the loss of routine. Like most serious runners I have always relied on routine to help me fit training in with family and other commitments, and the loss of routine can be destabilising and depressing. Replacing running with some other form of exercise, if at all possible, and using any additional spare time to work on other useful or meaningful projects has generally worked for me.
One of the most challenging impacts can be the loss of identity. The thing that most people know about me is that I'm a reasonably good runner. Although I like to think there are other dimensions to my character, I do also see myself as a runner. In the last month, in my own eyes, and the eyes of those around me, I am morphing from a serious masters athlete to a senior citizen with cardiovascular problems.
|Sunrise over Terrigal. |
I also have real fears that being unable to run for an extended period of time will lead to a deterioration in my overall health. Of course, it seems likely that running caused my current cardio-vascular problems, and I recognise that running is not a guarantee of good health. However, I have no doubt that the fitness gained through running has improved my quality of life and fended off other ailments that beset my demographic. I now worry that all that good work will be undone if I can't get back to serious exercise.
|Early morning stand-up paddle boarders. |
While most of my club-mates ran this morning, I walked a comfotable 6km. I'm still in a holding pattern.