First post-sciatic workout

Well it’s been a month since the sciatica took hold properly and other than a tentative walk a week later to try to convince myself things weren’t too bad, it was the only exercise I’d done. Even the 0.75 mile walk to work was too far for comfort which for someone who is generally pretty active, was quite difficult to stomach.

But things do seem to be moving in the right direction, at last. I’ve got more intensive physio booked for the end of May which does mean that Edinburgh marathon is out of the question now. So running wise, assuming the leg does settle, I’m pinning my long distance hopes on Chester in October. This does give me the 4 months preparation from June assuming that I can start training after the physio.

Today I didn’t feel as immobile as I have done so I dug out my nice Myeloma UK cycle shirt that they kindly forwarded for the 2014 challenge and took my ride to work bike on it’s first proper outing – the trips I’ve managed to work only take about 2 minutes so it’s not really given me a feel for the beast.

In the end I chose the reverse of my first 16+ mile running route from 2012 taking in the bad surface of the roads both in Stockport and in Cheshire. I did have concerns that either me, the bike, or both would get rattled to pieces at a few points and diving around pot holes that would make Chilean miners have flashbacks were just a couple of the hazards.

But I seem to have made it back in one piece. A bit achey I’ll admit and whether I’ll be able to move tomorrow is a natural concern as I’m back in work and might need to use my legs at some point as I don’t fancy my chances on  an office chair on the stairs…


How many muffins make a marathon?

Well, 3 weeks after the back started to niggle and I’m still out of training. The sciatica decided to go for another twist yesterday and another trip to the osteopath was required. It’s getting beyond a joke now, not that there was much humour in the first place.

And with only 6 weeks to Edinburgh, the reality is that I’m going to have to miss the race unless something miraculous happens to my back in the next couple of days. I must say I’m gutted about this but getting fit again is far more important as if I can’t run at all, I’d have to find another way to fundraise. And whilst I can bake cakes, to match last year’s £2000+ raised, well that’s an awful lot of muffins to sell!

We said goodbye to a friend yesterday who is leaving the area to pastures new. Actually this is the second leaving do as a couple of people couldn’t make the first one. But where there’s a will, there’s the opportunity for a party. And there was. And we did.

It was a lively affair, but the food worked out well given it was somewhat unplanned. But it did end in cake, so what’s not to like!


Is it wrong to have a toilet in the wardrobe? Or just plain odd?

I started the task of house-hunting last week with my favourite ‘property-porn‘ website Rightmove. I guess it’s a bit of a guilty pleasure being able to pore over the details of other people’s choice of wallpaper and soft furnishings from the comfort of my own living room.

I also suspect I’m not alone in doing this.

Anyway, I looked at two such finds in the real world this morning. It’s been a while and it’s left me probably more confused than I was before. In fact in the second house I spent more time nattering to the owners and stroking their ragdoll cat than I did inspecting whether or not the house itself would be suitable.

At least the other house was empty of owners and I was shown around by the estate agent.  It started OK but then descended into the  realms of bizarre. The second bedroom had it’s own toilet, but it was situated in the bedroom wardrobe. It also had  a shower unit in the corner of the bedroom.

Someone was taking the concept of en-suite a little too far in my opinion.

Having left the two houses I went into Stockport to pick up my new bike. I just need to get my leg fixed and my fitness back up again to tackle a few of these bike challenges I’ve set myself this year.

Having not had the opportunity of photographing the khazi in the cupboard, I’ve had to head-up this entry with a picture of the bike in an inappropriate place.


Hearses, limping and gawping

It’s been a busy week so far.

Monday and Tuesday were characterised by the fact that whenever I went out driving for work I seemed to end up in a queue behind a funeral cortege. In two days I think I followed 4 hearses. Maybe last week was a particularly bad week but the coincidence seemed to be getting beyond the pale.

Thankfully I wasn’t immediately behind, instead a few cars back. Ever since Mark’s funeral I’ve found it very hard whenever I’ve seen a fully laden hearse, especially if I’m immediately following behind the cars. It does cause flashbacks and I usually have to make a diversion to avoid the situation.

The sciatica is still giving me grief. I’ve had two loads of physio and whilst that’s helped massively, the frustration of not having trained for 2 weeks now is immense, especially as there is no end in sight.

Unfortunately I’m going to have to drop out of the Snowdonia race this weekend; it’s a tough one anyway, but given I can’t walk without limping, running on the injury is never going to be a good idea.

It’s amazing how much attention it draws too. I have done a little bit of walking in order to keep things moving and to do some exercise before I go totally insane. Walking down the road it’s hard not to notice the gormless gawping of drivers as they go by. Now, if I’d spouted a second head, or a third arm, yes I’d have it there would be something to notice.

But a limp? Really?

It made me wonder how much of that behaviour must go on towards people with real disabilities and I could only conclude they must get this unwanted attention all the time if my little experiences were anything to go by.


First race of the season

It seems like Wilmslow has it’s own micro-climate.

Last year there was concern that the half-marathon would be called off due to widespread snow, yet Wilmslow had not a flake of the white stuff.

This year the forecast was doom, with gloom and plenty of cold, wet, icy and thundery thrown in for good measure. Yet cometh the hour, the sun came out. Admittedly there was a hail storm about about mile 2, but it was short lived. Thankfully.

As I alluded in my last post, I seem to have picked up a niggling injury which I’ve been resting the last few days. I think it’s a trapped nerve but it’s been uncomfortable and I did question whether I could run on it or not.

Whether rightly or wrongly, I did. To be fair it niggled a bit at me for the first 9 miles and I considered whether to continue or not, but it didn’t seem to be getting any worse. Bizarrely, at 10 miles the niggling went altogether and the final 3.1 miles were a great pace for me, all being sub 7 min/miles. I’d saved loads in the tank beforehand having run out of juice/energy/power/life/everything in 2013 having gone off like a hare holding a very smelly soft cheese.

So despite injury I completed the course in a chip-timed 1h34m56s which is faster than all of the 2013 Challenge races of the same distance!

As is usual, the good people of Mobberley turned out in force to make some serious noise in support of the race.

And the T-Shirt was good too – no salmon-pink elements present at all this year!

And despite having run for 13.1 miles, I now am unable to walk as the niggle is back with  a vengeance – an appointment with the osteopath will be made in the morning as I don’t want to be out of training for too long with Edinburgh only being 2 months away………


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