Disaster

Despite what I’d promised yesterday, I forgo my run this morning with the idea to skip Taekwon-Do training tonight and do my run then instead. And so I headed down to Tooting Bec Common, a brisk 5 minute walk to warm myself up. I crossed the road into the park, making way for my fellow runners (for I understand the etiquette of the track), set my stop watch going, and proceeded to jog.

My plan was to run 1 minute, walk 1 minute. Within a few strides, I was running like an old man. Within 40 seconds, my calves were seizing up and I was waiting for the first minute to end. Finally it did, and it took another three minutes walking until I felt brave enough to try running again. This time, that lasted about 10 seconds, and I had to hobble the rest of the way home. My 0.8mile course I was planning on doing a couple laps of ended up taking me 15 minutes to complete. I then had a 0.4 mile walk home from the common. I hobbled indoors, told my wife I’d injured myself, and collapsed on the floor, pleading for her to rub my poor, disabled legs with deep heat.

What’s going on? I know I gave myself a serious beating last week when I did my 10k without any training or conditioning, could it be I am still in recovery from that? Could it be I am wearing the wrong shoes? Poor form? Combination of the above? What’s the answer, boffins?

Wifey wants me to go to the doctor; I’d rather sit it out for another week and see if things sort themselves out. I want to get back into running, so I hope this all passes soon.

One good thing: I saw my first creepy park guy. Yay!