Well I am claiming a successful week.
After much doom and gloom around last weekend and the despondency of now being a non-dog family this week has generally gone about as well as it could have…….
After seeing the GP on Monday, after 73 phone calls to sneak onto the list of actually being seen, the diagnosis was a little bit better in all things loft related. After the doctor stopped chuckling about how the injury had occurred and set about making me do all manner of semi naked strange stretches the verdict was that drugs, partial rest and a scan would be required to see the full extent. Thankfully my wonderful German employers provide health insurance – which I am yet again making the upmost of – so come Wednesday lunchtime I was sat very nervously in a blush private hospital not a million miles from my house.
Now I have only ever been in a room with an ultra scan machine a couple of times before and then my nerves surrounded the fact that we were finding out just how many munchins and what sex they were inside my wife’s ever growing stomach. This time the nice doctor type chap, ignored my ever increasing gut and started to lube up my shoulder. Again stretches and random positions were held for seconds, that felt like minutes and I found myself holding my breath awaiting the news that would almost certainly define my plans for the summer and my mood for the next couple of months.
In-between holding my breath I made sure Mr doctor man understood what I was training for, the volumes I was intending to do and then the events and associated timelines to reach the start and hopefully finish lines.
The verdict was, surprisingly and happily, about as good as could have been hoped for.
It’s a tear of the muscle, it’s not torn, with drugs, physio and easing myself back into things I should be ready (ish) and waiting for Slateman come the 18th May. Striking whilst the iron was hot I booked into physio as soon as I could and managed to get a slot pre the weekend to get myself taped up like a sexy mo fo. Again the verdict from that was that 6 weeks should be the time period before I am back to ‘normal’. So in-between I have been told no swimming for at least another month but running and cycling are ok as long as I listen to my body and not overdo things.
I binned off the boring blue physio tape as it was peeling and went for the much sexier cow print tape instead.
During the week I trained everyday on the turbo to test things out and discover the boundaries I would be working to, increasing in speed and duration and the shoulder stood up quite well to the abuse – apart from moving to get drinks and change gear the pain was pretty non-existent whilst actually in the aero position, so I probably held it for longer than ever before – going 75 mins in the middle of a 90 min session.
That said with the demands of proper riding I think it will be sometime till I am back on the road properly, which means no Conway 100 mile sportive at the end of April – yet another event missed and yet another ride I was supposed to do with Joe which I am having to cry off from.
Over the weekend I was up in leeds meeting my best mates new born son, always good for the soul and also went to watch Derren Browns theatre show. I won’t spoil it for anyone going to see it, but its good, confusing and good – and a lot of things which you can use for yourself in the real world – especially I think if your training for a big event. Perspective is a wonderful thing and I think I often forget it.
This morning I braved the outside world in lycra for the first time in 2 weeks and went for a run. I knew it wasn’t especially fast or pretty but it felt comfortable and I stayed within the HR boundaries I was after, my calf (after previous injuries) felt good again and maybe I can now finally forget about that concern when I put my runners on. The run was designed to test my shoulder during and afterwards to see how I would cope with getting back out there and more importantly to see if I can actually do the HM I am booked into to do come the weekend.
Happily it was ok – I could feel it’s not right, but it didn’t prevent me running and I didn’t have to stop, in fact I enjoyed myself so much I forgot what the time was and ended up doing 6 miles instead of the planned 4. This poses its own dilemma for this weekend, the course of the HM is hilly – so hilly that they actually give you a medal if you run up the main hill plus the normal medal for finishing the event; that was pretty much the reason I entered, I bloody love a medal me.
(profile of run course below)
So do I do it, nice and slow and steady treating it like a training run – because I haven’t trained for a HM and haven’t run that distance at all this year so far? My expectations will be just to finish and hopefully not come last whilst not sustaining any further injuries or do I bin it off and see the bigger picture of future events.
I guess I wait and see just how it feels later today and tomorrow morning – where I am planning on doing another 6 miles to test it out.
Either way its been good to get out and about – puts a smile and everyone’s face, even if you are being dragged round chester zoo.