The great marathon dream is over.
That sentence sums up the whole of this post so feel free to go back to work, daytime tv, children, cup of tea etc if you like, the rest is just details and whinging really.
As many of you will be aware, I injured my knee in a cycling accident last year which resulted in me losing my job and dropping out of university. There’s a post about it somewhere on here… You’ll find it I’m sure. As part of my recovery I’d started running again and set myself the challenge of completing the 2014 Brighton Marathon.
All was going well, running was getting easier, I was losing weight and building muscle around the damaged joint, but then the pain started again. It’s nowhere near as bad as last time, but I know that it could be if I push it. So all running is suspended until further notice. My trainers have been mothballed. My lycra undies remain unstretched.
As a consequence I’ve lost all motivation towards getting healthy and the treats have crept back in; wine, beer, chocolate, biscuits, are all back in the kitchen. Maybe I’m meant to stay fat and unfit. Maybe the pain in my knee is my body’s way of telling me to watch more tv, play more Xbox and eat more crap. I’ll listen for now, but hopefully I can ignore it again soon.