Typical. Two weeks to go to the big day and I pulled my Achilles tendon showing off by running up a slope during a training session. Am gutted to get an injury at such a late stage as I really felt like I have been improving a bit over the past couple of months. The NHS has prescribed ice, ibuprofen and inactivity but hasn’t ordered me not to run (although a consultant at the trauma and orthopaedics clinic at the BRI where my Mum works has warned of the dangers of rupture-causing intensive exercise in cases of tendonitis!), so at present I’m still intending to give it my best shot on Sunday (although my husband has threatened me with divorce if I damage myself to the extent that I can’t help him put up the 10-person hyperdome on our two-week camping holiday that follows the race…)
My original goal was to get round the course without having to break into a walk, but at present my aim is just to start. And if I hobble anywhere near the finishing line among the pantomime horses, giant bananas and 90-year olds, then I shall consider that a major success!
Good luck everyone!
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