Looking towards Wamberal on my evening walk |
Terrigal this evening |
That's what I have been trying to do since straining my right calf during last Sunday's race. I had built up the importance of the race in my mind and really was upset at not realising my expectations. It's a missed opportunity that may not be repeated, but it's not life-threatening, or even lifestyle threatening, and definitely not unique. It's not hard to make a list of running friends who have had bigger dreams smashed in just the last year. Nevertheless, it's hard to stop thinking depressingly about the race outcome, and I guess the hurt will last a while longer.
On the positive side, I'm now referring to my injury as a calf strain rather than a calf tear. After being painful when walking on Sunday and yesterday, the pain is barely perceptible today, and I went for a gentle walk this evening. I'm trying to avoid undue optimism, or resume running too soon, but if I manage walking without pain tomorrow and Thursday I'll try a short jog on Friday. I would really like to do the Trotters Run on Saturday morning, because it's one I mapped and carries my name (Dave's Damn Run), but common sense tells me it would be a mistake to run with others so soon.