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Those may not be the exact words I used. In fact the exact words were the same as I used on the canal towpath when I measured my length on my last long run, and if you ask her nicely, Jaz will tell you what they were. I couldn’t quote them in a blog for fear of being closed down. Suffice to say that I did not like the sensation – and I liked even less being told that I was not to run AT ALL until Sunday.
I do trust Tony when it comes to calf injuries. He has a brace of scars down the back of each leg that extend from knee to Achilles, and he knows everything there is to know about running too soon on a dodgy calf. He is determined to get me to the start line fit and injury-free, and if that means not running all week, then that’s just what I’ll have to do. It’s not doing my nerves any good though, and as a measure of my desperation, I actually went swimming this morning. It helped a wee bit, but what I actually want to do is run. If you’re reading this, perhaps you could just slip in a couple of steady miles on my behalf.
Other than having only one functioning leg, I’m feeling really good. I haven’t swum for yonks, so it was a pleasure to see how much my improved fitness helped. I’ll never be any good as a swimmer, but it was certainly easier than last time I tried it. I only managed a couple of lengths of decent front crawl, but that’s almost entirely down to the fact that inhaling is best done at the point that the head turns away from the water, not back into it. If I could crack the technicalities, I’d be away. As it was, I contented myself with feeling smug because I was the only person in the pool who was putting her face in the water at all. There was even someone swimming with glasses and a (bone-dry) curly perm.
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