In fact, I have not run for a couple of weeks due to a tender set of muscles in my lower leg, including the Peroneus Brevis, anyway, I should have reduced my run distance, and eased myself into running again. That was what I planned to do, I really did. but then....
... my ego got involved
As soon as I saw the road up into the woods I had this thought of "I am not going to reduce my mileage - why should I that's like a backward step" and then I was off, and before I knew it I had covered 4 and three quarter miles across a rocky trail path. My feet had gone numb and I wondered if I had really done myself an injury. As I sit typing this blog post and sipping a recovery drink (and feeling like I want to vomit) I am still wondering whether I have seriously done too much.
It reminded me very much of a story my father used to tell me about an endurance race between British Special Forces and some Australian Aborigines (or should that be Native Australians??) which covered hundreds of miles of Australian bush. Now this is completely from memory so I can't vouch for the accuracy but it goes something like this:
The White SF guys ran off from the start line at a fast pace, in boots and army gear and laden with very heavy ruck sacks - very competitive as you would imagine - and the Aborigines trotted off in the opposite direction, barefoot with just a spear each and dressed in a loin cloth. Three days later the Special Forces staggered into the finish line as the race winners and then collapsed and were carted off to hospital, A couples of days later the Aborigines trotted in completely normal and were told they had lost the race. Unconcerned they shrugged and jogged out into the bush again to run back home again to do another couple hundred miles!!.
Who were the real winners of that race? The ones who run the day after....I can't even make five miles without hobbling myself for a week. Food for thought.
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