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

Monday, June 17, 2019

Injury

I was all set for my long run on Sunday 16th June. 15K in 2 hours was my goal and I was super pumped to get into it. The usual build up...woke up by 5:15 AM, reached my start spot at the tree park by 5:50, stretched and took off. I think I took off too fast. Into the 2nd km, I began to feel some pain in my lower hamstring and calf. At first I ignored it. I then slowed down. I stopped. Stretched. Took off again. But the pain became sharper. Then I felt that sinking feeling. I've never experienced a muscle pull of this sort ever. There's a first for everything I suppose. It's the most frustrating feeling. You feel great otherwise. But the moment you jog...jab jab jab. That pain. I quietly walked back to the car...angry at the world.

It's day 1 today after the pull. My training week now lies in tatters. Hoping for a quick recovery. 

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