Stage 1: Denial
When you’re in the first month of your 3 month training program and feeling like a boss, you don’t want to let anything at all get in your way. “Injury? No way. I didn’t even do anything…. I had a great run last night…”
What the hell happened?! I went out for an “easy 8km run” around my neighbourhood the Wednesday before last. Sure, I was tired that day and I was feeling pretty run down, but I thought an easy run day was just what I needed. I felt awesome and energized the entire time. Got home with a smile on my face, showered, watched TV and went to bed. It wasn’t until I woke up the next morning that I could barely walk on it.
Stage 2: Realization
After a day or so or two of not being able to put much weight on it I had to accept that something was really wrong. The realization was extra awful considering I’m only at the beginning of a really grueling training road to Mountain Madness.
Stage 3: Depression
First begun the days of limping around the house and office groaning and glaring at whoever pointed it out. All the while muttering to myself under my breath about what this all could mean for my week, month, training, marathoning… etc.. etc…
Eventually all of this muttering and internal worrying leaves me in a state of “there’s no hope, feed me pizza and leave me to die”. Ok, it isn’t that bad, but it sure isn’t pretty.
Stage 4: Acceptance
When I finally accept the defeat… I can be realistic and figure out what’s wrong with me. It turns out, I’m pretty lucky. What I’ve been told is that I have “tweaked”, “kinked”, “over worked”, “hyper extended”…. the thing. So taking care of it is and has been a matter of stretch, walk it off and easy physio exercises.
You have to accept it eventually, but that sure as hell doesn’t mean you have to like it.