Abs Swims, Bikes and Runs

"I may not hear the Rocky theme song, or see the sunset anywhere, but for me, this may be a sort of conclusion. An understated, rainy-day-sneakers sort of conclusion. An anticlimax, if you will. But the long and the short of it is that this kind of conclusion fits who I am. I didn't start running because somebody asked me to become a runner. One day, out of the blue, I started to run. Simply because I wanted to." Murakami

Friday, December 26, 2008

Injury

Almost right on cue, 3 weeks before Bombay, I develop a serious niggle on my left heel. I attribute this completely to my own stupidity of course. Us humans are gifted with a resilience not common to any other species but that resilience is offset with an ego that can undo anything good.

After a fantastic, near perfect run on Sunday, I went into the gym on Tuesday. That was mistake number 1. Idiot.

Mistake number 2 was continuing to run despite feeling something wasn't right. That too for some reason I decided to put in some uphill. Compounded stupidity.

Result: a swollen left front heel. Lots of Voveran and ice and a large dose of fear. Real fear right now. There's not much pain but the swelling is still very real. Rest, ice, more rest. Pray.

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