This time last year I was pounding the pavements doing 13m training runs in the sleet, rain and snow. The marathon was going to happen!
Walking to work towards the end of February I slipped on ice and bumped my hip.
Fast forward a couple of weeks. Half marathon race with mates. The hip got stiffer and stiffer. Until I had to DNF at 10k.
Physio followed. Exercises felt great. 3 weeks later began feeling normal.
Fell down the stairs.
Hit the same spot.
My language was vile.
Fast forward to August.
After numerous appointments, an MRI and CT scan a stress fracture was diagnosed.
Fast forward to yesterday.
I needed to check something in a letter I’d had so rang the hip doctor.
“Yes, treadmill is fine. No roads or contact sports. Oh and your last scan showed the fracture is completely healed”
Again, my language was choice – but this time through joy.
Tonight’s 2.3km on the treadmill were run in the knowledge that I’m on the way back and were full of joy.