Continued

One of the problems the Physio picked up whilst trying to sort out my groin was that due to my not having run for many years, my Hamstrings had shortened. "Not uncommon", she said, "for someone of your age and considering the lack of exercise over the last few years".
So not only is my groin a problem, but if I don't do the exercises she has given me, as sure as "eggs are eggs", she assured me, "you'll be injured within 6 weeks".
I now have to treat myself, by rubbing my own groin and performing strange and painful exercises, not at the same time I'm glad to say. Mind you, they must be working because I appear to be on the mend.

Not one week, as she said, but two weeks after my disastrous race I ventured out on the road for a very gentle jog of about a mile, just to see if all was settling down, and I'm glad to report there were no real problems.
As a result, I donned the thermals on Monday evening and jogged 5ks, at 3ks I felt the legs start to complain and by the five I realised how much fitness you lose sitting on you arse watching TV, but the big plus was no groin pain.

Wednesday evenings training run was back to my normal route around Bridport, about 11ks and flat. What made this so different was that my Daughter (eldest) vollentered to join me for part of it. The last time I saw her run was as a teenager running Hash (Hash House Harriers, not drugs) in Durban, SA. Now, two children and a mayor knee op later, she was waiting halfway round my route and raring to go. This was great for both of us. I ran at her pace, a gentle jog so helping my recovery, and not putting too much strain on her. I had anticipated her running about 2ks, but in fact we ran to our local harbour from the town, about 3ks where we took a breather and she was supposed to wait for her husband to pick her up, but she was feeling good enough to start running back. Mind you, I think she was pleased when he did show up. I was very proud of her. I must give her a call and see if she has sore legs - better still I'll wait till tomorrow when they will be at their worst.

I'm a bit disappointed by the number of cheques I've received, but I suppose it's early days yet. It looks as if I will have to send out far more begging letters.

I have agreed to do a promotion for the Ladies section of our local Golf club, who's charity is also Wessex Autistic. They are proposing that I run around the golf course, all fairways and greens to tees and they will try to guess how long I will take. So more on that when its been formalised.

Until then its ever onward and upward..............