The Bedroom Scene

I haven’t exactly gone into hibernation but I may as well have done for all the running that has happened over the last couple of months.

I think the bedroom scene explains the situation:

Somewhere between the Great North Run and home I developed a niggle, just a minor dead leg feeling during a long run, then over the weeks it developed into a twinge and then shifted from my thigh to my hip to my calf and then for good luck decided to start throbbing in my knee.

After two weeks of rest but very little recuperation I brought out the big daddy of physio tools – the Rumble Roller. I braved the weapon of torture for two days, squealing my body over its vicious nobbles but have now lost my nerve and give it a wide berth when I hobble out of bed in a morning.

I’ve got til March to sort myself out as I’m booked into the Hastings Half and that doesn’t look like a route to drag a dead leg up.

Tagged as: injury, ITB