In September 2015 I started jogging again after a very long break. I started running in 2005, taking it really slow at first and building it up to 3 x 10 k runs a week. I then started to enter local race days as I liked the buzz of running with thousands of other people along the sea front. I wasn’t the best runner or the fastest but I enjoyed it, it was me time, away with my thoughts, some real omm time.
In 2012 I ran my first (and last) ever marathon in Brighton, it was tough and took me 4 & a half hours which I think is pretty average but I was really pleased with it considering I didn’t do all the training, drank a lot of booze, ate take aways and smoked. I fell pregnant later that year with my first born and put running on hold. I flirted a little with a few jogs but nothing serious then I had another baby. I had quite long recoveries with both children as they were both born by emergency c section, therefore putting all exercise on hold.
Anyway in September I felt ready to start pounding the pavements again, dusted off my trainers and worked out some new routes as we have moved since I last ran. I think I managed about 15 minutes first time and boy oh boy did I ache. I went out every other day and was slowly building up strength and stamina. Then at the start of November the morning after a dinner party we had hosted for 6 guests all of which are big drinkers, me and my hangover fell down the stairs. I have never felt pain like it, I felt sick, I couldn’t breathe and then I sobbed and sobbed.
Fearing the worst I was taken to A & E to have my foot x rayed, luckily it wasn’t broken but I had torn the ligaments and had a lot of bruising which I was advised would take about 6 months to heal. I hobbled around in pain and took paracetamol for a couple of weeks, most inconvenient especially with 2 very energetic little people.
Like most people who enjoy a tipple I used it as an excuse to drink wine in the evenings, I felt low and trapped. I like to be active and outdoors, walking by the sea most days, not hobbling around my little house.
About 4 days after my fall I started to feel unwell and to my surprise I had caught the chicken pox. I suffered a really nasty fever, and had spots everywhere, hundreds of them. All over my face, torso, head, one in my eye and 4 in my mouth. My partner took a couple of days off work to help with the children whilst I slept off the fever. I didn’t know I hadn’t had it as a child, therefore my baby wasn’t immune and in turn both of the children caught it too.
A very unhappy household.
The spots are long gone but I still can’t run, funnily enough the 6 months healing time for my foot will tie in with me completing my 100 days of sobriety. So hopefully I’ll be in a much better place both mentally and physically and I know I am already much healthier. Maybe I’ll train for another marathon or something crazy.
Mmm maybe not……..