marathonmummy

I saw the physio again this morning. My knee is all better, hooray.

Even with lots of poking and prodding (I’m sure there’s a technical term for that) it didn’t hurt, and so the amazing powers of ultrasound have worked.

I’ve never seen a physiotherapist before now, so I had no idea what to expect. So far I’ve balanced on one of these wibbly wobbly cushion things:and a similar wooden wobble board to improve my ankle strength and done lots of exercises which have showed me that I’m rather one sided and unsteady.

Today after telling the physio that I was still feeling a bit of pain in my shins, she made me hop.

Ouch. Left leg, fine. Right leg, sore. More poking and prodding, some ultrasound, and some exercises.

I can happily sit like this:

That’s usually painful for people with shin splints, so that doesn’t make much sense. Also the discomfort I feel seems to go as I warm up and get moving, which doesn’t make sense either. Rachael in not making sense shocker. How unusual.

So, mainly because I looked worried and there’s no point in having the perk of private medical care if you don’t use it, she suggested a scan to rule out a stress fracture. I’m going to see a podiatrist because she’s convinced it’s a biomechanical issue. But as it’s 99% certain it’s not a stress fracture, I’m allowed to carry on training. Slowly, she said, just walk and jog. I burst out laughing. That’s all I ever do, I said.

In other news, I’ve been offered a place in this weekend’s Milton Keynes half marathon by a friend, but I’m not sure it’d be a good idea so I said no, even though I really want to say yes. Unless we do it at snail’s pace, with lots of walking? I might go and check the website FAQ. Hang on.

How fit do you need to be?
Fit enough to run the whole way around. We do not encourage walkers to enter. While this sounds harsh we rely on the goodwill of 80 volunteers. We cannot expect them to wait for hours until back markers have walked around.

Oh. Back markers. Is that the technical term for fat lazy chocoholic wannabe marathon runners?

I’ve just found out a fab t-shirt printing place for our marathon day tops, so I’m going shopping. The good thing about being a back marker (hrmph) is that there won’t be loads of people crowding round us, so everyone will be able to appreciate our lovely running t-shirts.

And finally (I can hear the sighs of relief from here; this one is a bit disjointed and rambly, isn’t it?) I just did 50 mins walk/jog/stagger on the treadmill and it was fine. Oh, the music of shame. I have been downloading some corkers from iTunes. Let’s just say I’ve been embracing my inner 14 year old with some 80s girly fluff. A bar of chocolate to the person who guesses one of the songs I was listening to today. A clue: I was 14 in 1987.

Stop press – have just had a text back from physio, after I texted her to tell her my 50 minutes on the treadmill didn’t hurt at all and that I felt fine. Scan now on hold for a week, and all systems go. Hooray.