Time for another update on what’s been going on recently with my knee.
So the last you heard on the blog was that I was getting some solid advice from Steve Bonthrone (Twitter: @pt_steveb) and I was planning another run.
Well, I attempted
three miles after such a good week with my knee and it sort of blipped a bit
and niggled a lot afterwards. I had a mini-meltdown (it was long-time coming to
be honest). But after some ugly crying, I got a grip and re-assessed the situation
(this was entirely down to some level-headed talking to from Kyle and my
parents – I take no credit here in any rational arguments of the situation).
Essentially, what I
assumed was a gradual comebackin my head was skewed with what
“gradual” actually means to me. Three miles is not a wise move to
attempt as a way to test my knee. I must remember I’m not the Anna fresh from
marathon season with all the miles in my legs. With the time off I’ve had from
running (10 weeks before I attempted to get back into things over Christmas) my
body is no longer used to running. Trying to jump back in with what I consider
to be short runs didn’t work because, no shit Anna, three miles is no longer a
short run for me.
So I scaled it back,
on Steve’s advice, and tried one single mile instead when my knee felt good
again. The mile went fine. Afterwards it was much better so I felt very
Two days later
(Thursday) I tried two miles. Again it felt fine during the run. Afterwards it
ached a bit and the next day (today) it aches a little. But it hasn’t got
terribly worse and in general things feel OK. While this, I guess, is good
news, I can’t get excited too quickly because my knee still isn’t as good as
the other knee.
The thing is, I work
in absolutes in my brain. Is my knee GOOD or is my knee BAD? There’s no
in-between. However, there is in reality. I want a run to feel perfect or I
want a run to feel rubbish. I can work that out in my brain how to feel then.
But having the run feel good but still my knee is niggly or a bit achy after…
what do I think?
I know my brain is
over-analysing and over-thinking and I’m expecting too much from my comeback,
so basically I need to CHILL OUT. The fact that running itself is feeling OK is
a win, and unless it suddenly feels painful I think I can take it as a positive
and continue building (G.R.A.D.U.A.L.L.Y) the miles up with no issues I’ll be
So my plan is to continue with the good stuff Steve has advised me to do, the rehab I do at the gym and being less hyper-critical on how things feel. I’m hoping to attempt a gentle three mile parkrun tomorrow. If things continue with as they have been next week will be something similar… no sudden jump ups in mileage. Sensible Anna is back in town.
What’s a short run for you?
Do you ever have melt-downs? I’m a very emotional person it seems!
I’ve been fairly quiet on the old blog recently due to the obvious matter of not doing much running as of late. I probably owe you guys a bit of an explanation of where I’m at with that (if you care!).
So post-Chicago Marathon I had a full nine weeks off of running due to my knee giving me a lot of grief. Grief when I walked, grief when I would bend down and even grief just lying prone in my bed. After a few physio appointments with different people, different diagnoses, a clear MRI (“structurally perfect” apparently), lots of rest… it did eventually get better. Better in terms of daily life mostly. Bending my knee completely was still super stiff and uncomfortable, but walking was fine. Running? Nope.
After lots of trial and error, advice from people with more brain cells than me, and Internet searching, I found some good rehab exercises to get my affected leg stronger. As it had been quite a while that I had been feeling discomfort my brain and muscles were now protecting the movement on that side and had consequently those muscles had weakened. I added lots of single leg strength exercises several times a week to get it back up to strength.
Previously these exercises would be too painful to do. Now they were fine (rest does help, imagine that!). And the difference between the two legs was obvious. I mean I’d clearly done a good amount of strength on my left leg post-hamstring issue before Chicago and my poor right leg was now lagging behind. Ah injuries, don’t we love them and their patterns? So this time I worked both legs consistently (slow clap for Anna).
The good days of my
leg were now outweighing the bad days. Things were looking up. And perfectly in
time for the Christmas parkrun. Not wanting to ruin anyone’s Christmas (or just
annoy people in general) I decided to do my first run BEFORE the parkrun so if
it went badly I could skip the parkrun and just enjoy Christmas, rather than it
potentially go badly and then feel a bit pants about it. However, both runs
(easy 5ks) seem to go quite well.
The trouble was afterwards. My knee felt very niggly, grumpy and tight. It was like taking a step back from where I had previously been. I foam rolled, I iced (does any of that ever work? Mentally I needed to do something) and it slooowly got better again but reluctantly. Frustrating.
During this time of year it seems every runner is doing something (races, festive parkruns, 12 Days of Christmas running bonanzas, etc.). It can be mentally very difficult to be injured at this time. You want to join in, you want to be out there running along looking like a pilock in your Santa’s hat. It’s a great time to run as well because you’re so well fuelled from all the chocolate, mince pies and festive treats 😉
And being the
stubborn idiot I am, as soon as my knee felt reasonably better, I tried another
run. During the run I knew it wasn’t working. It didn’t hurt per se but you
know when a run feels crappy. Something wasn’t right. My knee felt off and like
at any moment it would start to hurt.
This entire injury period (and my hamstring too) I’ve felt like I’ve been very controlled and not done stupid stuff that Past Anna might have done. But here I regressed. I ignored my family saying wait a bit longer, I ignored Kyle asking what the rush was. And I ignored that my knee wasn’t feel super great. I just wanted to get out there and be part of that world again. And of course I made things worse.
So here I am, almost two weeks from that last run. I’ve been sensible, consistent with my rehab and not pushed anything. I also had the very welcome and helpful advice from a friend on Twitter (the super Steve Bonthrone: @pt_steveb) who gave up over half an hour of his time on a Saturday to video call with me.
He gave me such good advice, talked through my issues and gave me some new exercises and stretches. And things have gotten so much better. To the point I don’t realise anything is different with my knee until I try and bend it very firmly or crouch down and put a lot of pressure on my knee (I avoid this obviously). I’ve also taped up my knee using KT tape (and the help of Kyle and a YouTube video).
I need to bite the bullet and try another run now. I feel strong, my knee feels stable and good and mentally I need to test it. It feels so much better than it did before the other runs. But I feel so scared and worried it’ll regress. It’s so difficult to know when to start again. I hope I’m making the right decision. Finger’s crossed.
Do you find icing or foam rolling helpful when you’re injured?
Christmas is close upon us, as is the delightfully aesthetic new year, 2020.
So I decided to do a
little look back at the year – a review if you will. I want to keep it mostly
positive because lord knows we need some positivity around here what with the
election, Brexit and my own personal knee strife. But I’ll start with running,
which will inevitably tumble down into a bit of negativity but then I’ll move
on quickly to more happy affairs.
For running, 2019 has been a tale of two stories for me. The first half of the year I felt like my running was going really well. I ran a really strong Portsmouth Coastal Marathon at the end of 2018, then headed into 2019 and hit Barcelona Marathon (3:31:45) and Manchester Marathon (3:23:04) fairly close together with similar good results.
Good results for me basically means feeling strong in my running and finishing happy. I did both of those things for both of those marathons. Barcelona was quite hot and Manchester was quite boring, but asides from that they went really well.
I also managed to score a new PB for my 10k at the Manchester 10k (41:40). Considering I detest 10ks this hadn’t been a particular focus of mine but a happy outcome of some consistent strong running.
Then came the
Hamstring Saga which stretched on far too long but eventually I was able to
overcome this issue with a lot of rehab, support and whining. So much whining.
I saw the end in sight as I hurtled towards the Chicago Marathon. The week
before saw my knee blow up and I
ran cautiously through the marathon (thank goodness painlessly) and here I
stand over nine weeks later and my knee is still not right.
Regardless of the
second half of the year stuttering to a rather sad running-less end, I’m proud
of what I’ve achieved. Three marathons – two very strong ones and one
“victory lap” marathon. I got my Six Star Finisher medal. Of course
I’m proud of that and happy I achieved it this year when so many times
throughout the year the threat of my hamstring (and then knee) made me doubt
But running aside…
There have been so many good things this year.
Favourite food: Ah jeeze this year was bloody amazing for the food I ate. So many new restaurants tried and I even managed to go out of my usual habit of ordering chicken wings all the time (shock).
The top contenders
are the incredible Jayne Salad from The Parade Tearooms as this speaks to my
soul in a big way – I love salads but I HATE tiny portions. This is the perfect
salad for me and my greedy personality.
The meal we had
after I finished the Chicago Marathon was incredible. I mean, everything tastes
incredible post marathon but this was really tasty. It had everything I craved:
wings, rib bites and loaded nachos. Heavenly.
A recent addition
was the meal we had in Brighton at MEATLiquor. The wings of course were awesome
but it was the hot dog that I keep thinking about. It was amazing and opened my
mind to ordering something different. I wasn’t sure if I liked it but not I just
want to eat hot dogs all the time.
And top of the list must be the INCREDIBLE roast dinner we had in Bristol at Pasture. It was INSANELY good.
The meat, the vegetables, the gigantic Yorkshire pudding and of course the oh so tasty side dish of creamed leaks. It rocked my world and back.
Favourite books: I’ve read a number of books this year and a few highlights have been Ready Player One which I read in like two and a half days, I just loved it. It was so gripping! Way better than the film.
I also loved Big Little Lies – how I’d managed to avoid all spoilers is incredible because that twist at the end was really enjoyable! My favourite book though was the Cows by Dawn O’Porter.
I loved the feminist issues it brought up and it really made me think. As a side note, I’m currently reading Crazy Rich Asians and I’m loving how batshit it is.
Favourite films: Well Kyle and I have seen 40 films (so far) this year. Next week we’ll be adding probably four more before the end of the year. With our Unlimited Cards it has been AMAZING.
My favourite was Knives Out, followed closely by Green Book, Once Upon A Time In Hollywood, Long Shot, Beautiful Boy (that film destroyed me) and Us. On my dud list was Hellboy (horrifically awful), Detective Pikachu (I fell asleep) and Alita: Battle Angels (too much uncanny valley).
We also worked out we’ve spent about £180 on Subways (we always get a footlong to take with us to eat in the adverts) – that’s 480 inches of subway. The mind boggles.
Favourite song: I’m still as obsessed with Billie Eillish as ever. I’ve been listening to her music for years and was a fan before she sort of exploded this year. I’m so happy she’s so successful of course but part of me is a little bitter that now I have to share her 😉 She’s so talented (with her brother of course) and her voice is INCREDIBLE. Yes she’s a bit weird and quirky, but I love it.
So 2019 was a pretty solid year. I have made so many amazing memories, with both friends, family and of course Kyle. I’m a happy Anna right now, despite my sad knee.
My knee is not happy. Straight after the marathon it felt quite battered, a little swollen and very stiff. Walking was fine to an extent but I could feel my knee.
I mean this is to be expected. The week before the race I woke up with a swollen knee and it felt very off and weak. Running 26.2 miles on it is unlikely to make the situation better of course.
But now over 3.5 weeks later the swelling has gone and in general it feels fine to walk but it is still so stiff and when I bend it doesn’t feel great. Kneeling on it niggles it too.
I am really trying not to scream and shout at my body in annoyance. I’m trying not to let this get me down. Of course I’m beyond chuffed that I managed to run Chicago without issue. I didn’t have to stop. I didn’t feel any pain. I did feel limited in how fast I could run for fear of aggravating things, but I remained at a consistent pace and finished.
Believe me when I say, I am so grateful. It could have gone a lot worse. Chicago was the goal of the year and I walked away with what I wanted – the Six Star Medal.
However, I’m still annoyed that after diligently resting nothing seems to have improved over the first week post-race. I haven’t run properly at all. A couple of times I’ve run up the road when walking Alfie to test things (because most of the time my knee feels fine) but then as I’m running I can just tell something isn’t right and it starts to feel uncomfortable and I know it’ll get painful soon.
Annoyingly I can’t quite work out exactly what is wrong. At times it’s like an IT band issue annoying the outside of my knee and feeling tight in my hip. Then other times it’s most definitely the underneath/inside of my knee and achy. I wake up in the morning and it’s very stiff (I sleep on my back and my legs are generally straight most of the night).
What is going on?!
I know I’m such a broken record and it’s laughable that I was deluded enough to believe I had a strong body to avoid the regular injuries I used to encounter when all I did was run.
*Sighs* Don’t be negative, don’t be negative…
I wonder if my hamstring injury is the root to this happening. Over the past few months I’ve avoided some of my usual leg strength exercises (like lunges and squats). My legs I guess have become weaker… my hamstring injury was the other side so perhaps I overcompensated? I could wonder about this forever but it doesn’t change the fact that I cannot run and I don’t seem to be getting better.
I’m seeing my physio tonight and hoping to have some answers. Fingers crossed.
I’ve done the Bournemouth Marathon twice before, but never the Bournemouth Half Marathon. And it seemed like a great race to do the week before the Chicago Marathon. A last long run. A catered long run with a medal!
Considering how my training hadn’t been exactly how I would have liked it, a sharp build-up and not as many long runs as I wanted, I decided to do three miles before we headed off the half in the morning. Sadly this meant a very early alarm as the race was to begin at 8am and it would take us an hour to drive there. Ooof.
Happily (?) I woke up before my 5.40am alarm at 5.30am and decided to just get up and give myself a bit more of a buffer. It was warm outside (15 degrees) but dark so I grabbed my hand torch. The torch (from Nathan Sports) is fantastic. It has a front and back light, a rape alarm and attaches to your hand so you actually don’t have to hold it.
The run went well.
As it was so quiet I ran mostly on the road (it’s a very quiet route in
general) and saw several cats and a fox, who just stood and watched me run
past. It was all very peaceful.
Then I got back, quickly swapped into some new running gear and my parents, Kyle and I headed off to Bournemouth. Kyle’s brother, Zack, was also going to be running the half as his first ever half marathon (and first actual race I believe) and him and his family were already down there staying in a hotel And happily my friend Emma was running as well. So lots going on and lots of friendly faces!
My parents dropped
Kyle and I off and we headed to the portaloos where we met Zack, his mum, his
sister, Lucy, and his other brother, Adam. The queues for the loos were huge
and seemingly not moving. With only about 15 minutes before the start I was
getting nervous. Eventually I gave up and found a well concealed bush nearby.
Then we headed to the start. We heard over the speakers though that the race had been delayed until 8.15am (we later found out due to the grim police investigation of a dead body).
We spotted Emma and wished each other well which was nice. Then it was off to our respective waves and then the start.
Kyle was planning on seeing what he could do, so I let him run off while I kept to my own more gentle speed. I remembered the course well from the other Bournemouth races I’ve done (the half follows a lot of the similar marathon route, but of course less of it). I had music going and just zoned out.
The first three or so miles went by nicely and I saw Kyle on the switch-back going the other way. I also saw Zack looking relaxed just behind me. He was aiming for a sub-2 hour half, but with a bit of sketchy training and a problematic toenail it was going to be a push.
As we got to around six miles I started to feel like things were harder than I wanted. My pace felt less relaxed and I suddenly felt overwhelmingly tired. As soon as I recognised that feeling I couldn’t get it out of my head. Like a niggle in my brain, all I kept thinking off was “I’m so tired. This is so hard”.
The temperature was increasing but not crazily so. It was a lovely clear day and the crowds were out in force. Annoyingly there was a head wind directly against us as we headed down the promenade. I felt this chip away at my good vibes and the demons set up camp in my head. What if Chicago felt like this? I felt a deep dread in my stomach.
To be honest, I ran this race badly. I wasn’t racing it but my strategy was appalling. It was meant to be an easy run and I (wrongly) associated pace with effort. My watch was saying 8-8.20 and I found it bizarre that this felt hard, but I didn’t slow down. I realise I should have just backed off and actually reduced my pace to the real easy pace for that day.
Easiness can change – the weather, the course, how you feel, how you’ve slept etc. etc. can massively impact what pace is easy for you. But like a newbie I ignored it and pushed through. I knew my parents, and Kyle’s family, would be mile eight and I got a horrible déjà vu from when I ran the marathon the first time and ignored my dad at this point saying I should stop because I felt a lot of pain in my knee. I wasn’t in pain, I wasn’t suffering any niggles, but I was feeling so drained. Should I stop?
As I got to my dad I did stop. He looked very worried – I don’t normally do this during a race. I said how I felt and how hard I was finding it. He suggested maybe I drop out? Or walk a bit? But I was resolved to finish. I had a little cry, a big hug and then headed off. This hugely helped. I felt like I’d had an emotional pick-me-up gel. A hug in a gel if you like.
Then I was hit with the hill that I was very familiar with during the marathon. Thankfully not the 18 miler hill which is horrific, but a shorter and less sharp hill, but tough nonetheless. I felt a new lease of life and pushed on up, smiling as much as I could remembering reading an article that smiling triggered happy feelings in your body. What a loon I must have looked like.
Then it was a lovely
downhill which I fully embraced and a long slog to the Boscombe Pier. The sand
underfoot that had blown over from the beach made for an annoying running path…
the wind dead against us… the sun in my eyes… it all felt so very hard. But I
spotted Kyle’s dad and he gave me a big cheer as I headed onto the pier, then
back down the other way to the Bournemouth Pier. Now the wind behind us and I
felt strong and picked it up a gear. I was almost done!
I finally managed to overtake people (having spent most of the race being overtaken) and whizzed along the pier and to the finish. Done!
I was so glad to stop. I felt exhausted. 1:45:58.
I collected my medal and saw Kyle. He’d finished in 1 hour 40 mins and 12 seconds, sadly about 20 seconds off his PB. He had had a hard run too. But still, a fantastic time. Zack finished in just over 2 hours 1 minute and 18 seconds – oh so close!! He was happy though, as well he should for his first half marathon.
I also saw Emma. She’d had a tough race too but, like me (or like I’d planned anyway) had used it as a last long run before Chicago.
For my race, in retrospect I should definitely have slowed down. My ego got in the way and I paid for it by having a miserable run. I was pleased to have gotten 16 miles for the day though – my last long run before Chicago. And I will definitely relax the pace if it starts to feel like that. Lesson well and truly learnt! Chicago is about getting to the finish uninjured without issue. No heroics or pushing through anything crazy.
We had a few photos, celebrated finishing and then headed home. Whew! I was tired, hungry and mentally drained.
Next stop now, Chicago.
Have you ever run a mentally tiring race?
Have you ever done the Bournemouth Half or Marathon?