Thursday, 6 March 2014

Recovering from injury: I'd rather be running...

Injury and rehabilitation are two words that are, unfortunately, very commonly used in the runner's vocabulary. According to the American Academy of Physical Medicine and Rehabilitation, nearly 70 percent of runners will become injured in any year. (Source: Women’s Running) Of course, every injury is different and everybody responds differently to treatment. So if you are in recovery like me, you should consider the positive aspects here: time and patience will give you the best chance to recover fully and you’ll be wearing those running shoes very soon again.

After almost four months since my accident and no running, I have come across five stages of what comes equal to the five stages of grief.

Stage one starts almost immediately after the accident: Denial. Straight after the accident, I didn’t want to accept my injury which would mean taking a break from running. However, 18 painful hours later I felt mentally and physically defeated and went to hospital for a check-up, where my injury was confirmed.

Anger is a key description of stage two. Reality is knocking on the door and you are simply not ready to deal with ityet, which results in you  feeling angry. This anger might be directed at yourself, at family members (who told you not to run in the first place) or at the doctor who diagnosed your injury. Take a step back and take a deep breath. 

Once anger has calmed down you will have to deal with the consequences and will inevitably bargain the terms of your recovery, which is stage three on the ladder of grief. My surgeon told me it would be three months before I would be able to run again, my physio told me to take out a full year. From my experience there is no clear time indication as to how long it will take a runner to recover from injury. All you can do is to give your injury the best chance to heal properly with time, patience and a lot of TLC.

Eventually, this will lead you to stage four, depression. On the one hand you’ll try to put a brave face on while your friends go out for that long run in preparation for a marathon while you’re dealing with the frustrations of not even being able to walk properly. On the other hand you bid your changes to ever run long distance again goodbye, even though it mustn’t be so. My advice would be to openly talk to your family and friends about your worries and sorrows, ups and downs. Or, sometimes all you need is a hug.

Finally, the last stage is acceptance as you come to terms with the situation you find yourself in and you’ll be able to start the long and tough way of recovery. Light exercise and stretching will help your body to gently build up strength, power and mobility. Low-impact exercises, such as swimming, indoor cycling, Pilates or yoga will help your body build up endurance and stamina. However, advise with your physio first and, most importantly, listen to your body.
You might encounter that one injury may trigger another, such as in my case Achilles Tendonitis. Again, the answer is a lot of TLC, patience and rest. Your body will tell you immediately if you're expecting too much too soon. 

Once you’re up and running again, you’ll feel stronger, injury-proofed and, hopefully, injury-free. Are you recovering from an injury at the moment? If so, feel free to share your story with me and other runners here.

Obviously, I can't deny...



Sunday, 19 January 2014

How I survived London’s Survival of the Fittest 2013


Some time has passed since the last entry to this blog. Here is a retrospect entry to how my running year 2013 ended…

On 16th November 2013 I was one of 10,000 runners taking on Men's Health Survival of the Fittest 10K obstacle race at Battersea Power station in London. As a runner I was not concerned about running 10K, but more about what kind of obstacles I would face. From mud baths, skating parks, mazes and a 5ft wall at the finish line, it was nothing that I had done before. I was excited about the race ahead of me, but instinctively felt trepidation that something bad might happen.

I was due to start at wave 5 at 13:30 with 29 other work colleagues of my office. I was determined to take it easy. My aim was to finish within the 2hrs mark but not to finish last in my wave.
The first obstacle just behind the start line were three sets of hay bales, which I managed to climb easily without any major embarrassment. These were followed by a set of thin board walls, a maze, a swing, a spider net, and many, many more. The track followed on along the Thames promenade to Battersea Park to an outdoor running track. 5K into the run, the next obstacle was a steeplechase. Hurdling not being my best strength and exhausted from the previous 5K, I climbed over the hurdles rather than jumped. Right after the last hurdle was a pool, which looked more like a puddle. I climbed over the hurdle, lost balance and fell into that pool, completely underestimating the depth of it. Immediately, I felt a sharp pain in my left foot. I slowly waddled out of the pool, trying to regain composure and holding back tears of anger and pain. One of the race volunteers came over and asked if I was alright. I was in pain and I couldn't put any weight on my foot, but I was determined to continue the race. 'I'm fine', I mumbled and hopped along, determined to run another 5K. Little did I know what damage I did to my poor foot.

Adrenalin must have kept me going from that point onwards, because I did manage to finish the race at an unbelievable 1:17:42, despite hopping the remainder of it. Still, I climbed more walls, climbed through tunnels and boxes, was hosed down and thankfully was thrown over The Wall at the finish line by a fellow racer. I have to thank all the fellow runners who kept me going and helped me up and down any obstacles I was too scared to face. Despite my pain, I was very proud of my medal as you may see from my finisher's pose.

When I returned home that evening the pain had turned for the worse. I was limping all the way from Battersea back home to Leigh-on-sea. I sensed that my foot wasn't fine at all and couldn't hold back my tears any longer. My boyfriend Robert picked me up from the station that night with crutches in his hands. The next day we went to A&E to have my foot x-rayed. The doctor said to me, 'you'll have to get used to these crutches unfortunately'. The diagnosis was a dislocated fracture of my fifth metatarsal bone on my left foot. This was the end of my running for the year 2013.

When I came back to the hospital on the following Tuesday to have a cast fitted, I was more than shocked to hear that I needed to have surgery to have screws and a metal plate fitted to ensure it would heal properly. I had surgery on Wednesday, 20th November at Southend University Hospital and was released with a cast the next day. I had to keep the cast for another four weeks, before changing into a removable air boot for another two weeks.


The last two months with injury were tough. I've had to battle with frustration and depression. I wouldn't let this be the end of my running, but I knew that a long way of rehabilitation was laying ahead of me. The new year has opened a new chapter of my running experience: rehabilitating from my injury and fighting a long way back to what I miss the most, long distance running.

Monday, 15 July 2013

London's British 10K Run

On Sunday, 14th July, Robert and I ran the British 10K run on behalf of a small charity called PetSavers. PetSavers does some great work dedicated to improving the health of pets and small animals. We've chosen this charity because we love pets and animals need all the support they can get.
So far, we've raised about £145, there is still time to donate. Check out our Just Giving fund raising page: http://www.justgiving.com/doris-runs-for-pets.

Since my half marathon in June I've tried to keep up with my training running and ran about 2-3 times a week, ranging from 5k to 10k runs. I knew I could run a 10k, now I was more concerned about my time. I found myself on a plateau lately, unable to improve my running time.

The weather forecast predicted one of the hottest days in the year with about 30 degrees Celsius, which meant hydration was key. I prepared myself by drinking a lot of water the day before and drinking electrolyte water before the run on the day. I decided to leave my water bottle in my bag as it was promised that enough water was available throughout the course.

When we arrived at Embankment it was already quite hot, about 24 degrees Celsius. We dropped off our bag and met some of our PetSavers team mates. We all made our way to the start line to watch the opening ceremony. The start line was quite a walk away and no toilets were available on the way, which meant many men and women decided to visit the bushes of St. James and Green Park instead.


The race started with about 15mins delay. We were all queued up in front of the start line in the glaring heat, waiting for the countdown to begin. At that point I regretted not having any water on me.
Once we got going I felt fine and didn't mind the heat too much. At about 2.5km we came across the first water station and I gulped down a bottle of water in one go.
The route took us across Trafalgar Square, along Embankment up to Canon Street, back to Westminster where we crossed Westminster bridge; a short sprint up to Victoria and before we ran back to Whitehall were we crossed the finish line.


For the first 6K I felt quite good running along in a steady 7mins/km pace. On the way back towards Embankment I felt the heat getting to me. My legs felt lethargic. On the next water station I poured a water bottle over my head and face to cool myself down, but to no avail. To my disappointment I had to halt to a walk. The last 4K were a combination of run/walks and crossed the finish line at a time of 01:17 (unofficial). Robert finished at an incredible 0:56 mins.


My verdict 4/5

The British 10K has a reputation for being unorganised and that was unfortunately true to some extend. There weren't enough toilets available before and during the run and routes weren't cut off from pedestrians. It was a shame I didn't get to see any of the opening ceremony. I didn't enjoy standing in the glaring heat for 15mins before the race start. However, the bag drop area was well organised and the medals were very pretty (that's where all the money went into).

The route was great and went along many popular sights in central London. The crowd was amazing and carried you all the way along to the finish line.

You can find some more pictures of the race day in my image gallery.

Tuesday, 11 June 2013

My Southend Half-Marathon experience

After 4 months blogging, 228 km running and countless sleepless nights of worrying I had reached the climax of my training: the Southend Half Marathon. One year ago I completed the 3k fun run, now I was back to tackle my biggest challenge so far: 21.1 km along the Thames Estuary promenade.

Over 2,600 runners had signed up to take part in this race, Robert and I - taking positions 1938 and 1939 - were amongst those runners to master a PB or, as in my case,  a half marathon debut. After a week of warm summer sun, race day presented itself to be a bleak, misty, and typically for a coastal town, windy day with highs of only 14 degrees Celsius.
As I used to back in school, I had prepared my running kit the day before and had labelled my bag. For breakfast I had prepared a cinnamon & raisin bagel with a banana and a cup of tea. I didn't want to leave anything to chance in case panic gripped me. However, when I woke up that morning, I felt surprisingly calm. I had come to the realization that there was nothing I could change now. What was gonna happen that morning, would happen. I had prepared myself best to my abilities despite my time constrictions due to work and studies. I wouldn't let myself fail or drop out of the run - I would rather walk.

Robert & I before the run

We arrived at East Beach at 9 am, one hour before planned start time. I braved the cold weather and wore my 3/4 tights with my blue running top and running jacket. I put a hoodie in my bag to wear after the run. 30 min before start Robert and I shared a chocolate chip energy bar and I prepared my water bottle with electrolyte tablet supplement.
Runners started to accumulate close to the start line to do a last minute warm up session. At 9:45 am it was announced that the race start was to be delayed for 15 min. Slowly but surely my nerves started to kick in, I triple checked my earphones were in place, my shoelaces were done up tight and my water bottle wasn't dripping. I squeezed Robert's hand tightly. He tried to tell me some comforting words, but I just felt like crying. Why was I putting myself through this? It was too late now, no way of return.
Before the run - putting on a brave smile...

It was 10:13 am, we were all huddled up close to the start line. Britney Spears had the honour to start my shuffled half marathon playlist. My running app was ready and there it was: the honk - the race had started.

5,200 feet made their way to squeeze through the small, pink start and off we were. I remember running around blocks of houses, a park and along broken pavements. My mind was occupied with breathing and keeping my strides at a manageable pace. Soon I felt too hot and I had to get rid of my running jacket. At that point I had already lost Robert, who's pace I simply couldn't match (just yet).
I knew I was going too fast when my app told me after 1 km that I was running at 6:30 min/km when I tried to aim for 7:20. My body responded and I could feel stitches coming up on the right side of my diaphragm. I must have been only 3 km in when I halted to a walking pace and tried to get back into my breathing rhythm. I felt all over the place and runners kept going past me - this was not how it was supposed to go. I had trained for this and here I was close to finishing the race before I had even started.
However, once we reached the promenade I hit familiar territory, I knew these roads and I started to get back into things. I adopted my usual stride and felt comfortable again, my motivation picked up too. I heard my phone bleeping, I had text messages coming through. I knew it was either family or my friends who knew what I was up to that morning. Even though I didn't get to read them till after the run, it gave me a huge motivation boost, so thank you Mum, Lia and Rose :)

I always kept an eye open for Robert who must have been far in front of me. I passed him on lap one and he looked at ease, I felt embarrassed of my ordeal but kept it up. On the second lap I spotted him once more, but this time he looked like he had a hard time. I instantly worried, but I knew he wasn't far from the finish line. I on the other hand was trotting along with the tail of the crowd. When I completed lap one I was overtaken by the front runner, who was on its way to the finish line. That felt like a kick in the butt, but hey.

Thx, Andrew Kenyon for the snapshot!
On approx. the 16th km, my app whispered in my ear that I finished 3/4 of my workout. I was so pleased with myself, I thought to myself I could my finish time get under my target time of 2:30. After 16km though, your body disconnects from your mind and you have to play along its rules. My legs felt like bricks and my pace slowed down to 8:30 min/km. My strides turned from a comfortable run to a tough jog. I tried to pick up speed but I simply couldn't. On the last three kilometers the race track goes along a block of houses, back out to the promenade, along back roads and then along the seafront where it eventually would lead to the finish line. I knew the finish line was so close, but it felt miles away. Suddenly, an Indian girl broke down in front of me, I stopped to help but others were quicker to help her back on her feet.

A proud half-marathon runner...
Then I saw the sign '800 meters to finish line' and my finisher's song 'On a day like this' by Elbow started to play. I must have had the biggest smile on my face, I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I had made it! When I turned the corner to the finish line I could spot Robert, who finished the run with an incredible time of 2:06, waiting for me on the right hand side of the finish line. With all my energy that I had left I tried to sprint, lifted my arms and crossed the finish line at 2:43:26. Through my earphones I could hear people cheering my arrival. I was so proud of myself and happy that I've completed my challenge.

The next day at work I told a colleague of my ordeal and he asked me: "So, are you gonna stop running now?" My response was instant and from the heart: "No! I've come so far I'm not gonna stop now."

Despite minor aches and pain, I've come away in a pretty good condition. My legs will get a well deserved rest until Sunday and then I'll slowly pick up my training again. The next race will be the British London 10k in four weeks' time, which we'll be running for the PetSavers charity. Please sponsor us, your support would be very much appreciated!

Finally the question lingers: Would I run the Southend half marathon again? Possibly maybe. At the moment I don't feel like running 21.1km in two laps, but in 12 months' time I probably want to beat my finishing time. I've simply caught the running bug...

PS: Find all pictures of the event here or browse Andrew Kenyon's album with hundreds of pictures of the day.

Friday, 7 June 2013

Only a few days to go...

On Sunday it's judgement day, the day of my first ever half marathon. I'm feeling anxious, nervous but also excited about the upcoming challenge. I've not set myself a target finishing time - anything below 3hrs is great - it would just be amazing to be able to finish. Of course, I've had doubts in my abilities because of bad runs in the past, but all I can do is try my best.

I've come across a inspirational tweet by my mentor Dean Karanzes the other day...


Tapering off

In the last week I've been tuning down my training runs and taking on lots of carbs - in runner's terms I've been 'tapering off'. Basically, it means you give your body enough time to recover and re-energise before race day. Experts say, you should eat approx 400 to 700 gr of carbs a day, that can be pasta, potatoes, rice, porridge, beans. At the same time you should reduce your intake of fats and protein (remember my 'Nutrition basics' blog post a couple of weeks back). Even though I love my carbs, I didn't feel great eating so much of it. I started feeling bloated and today, my stomach just didn't feel right. I hope to be better tomorrow… Also, I've started to hydrate my body with at least 1.5 litres of water a day. I'm not a big drinkers, so that is a hard undertaking for me.

MyASICS training plan

Since I've launched my running blog, I've done a total of 38 training runs and ran a total distance of 227.6km. Even though I didn't completely follow the MyASICS training plan that I laid out for me (77runs/546km), I feel confident that I'll at least manage to complete my half marathon goal. It will all depend on how I feel on race day.

My training progress

Race day preparations

For race day I've prepared…
  • My running clothes and shoes
  • Water bottles with electrolyte tabs at hand
  • adjusted the padding on my running earphones to ensure a tight fit and
  • post-run snack, consisting of bananas, energy bars and chocolate milk shake.

Tomorrow I'll update my running music playlist with some new tunes and will try to keep my mind busy. This week it's been worried about the wearer forecast. It's been hot and sunny, just like it should be in June and at the beginning of summer. However, for my first half I'd want anything else but hot weather. But it seems like the weather god might be listening to me…



So wish me luck - I'll see you on the other side ;) Good luck to all runners taking part in the #Southendhalf!