Run Fatboy Run. by arminakas

So there I was, all prepping up for the last long run before the big day.  Carb gels - check, water - check, energy drinks - check, support crew - check, route - just start running and see where you end up.

So there I was, ready to go, stretching away, warming up those muscles, DeepHeat on the achilles.

"Hey hun", I said to my lovely wife mid-stretch, "I couldn't do this 4 months ago...".  And that was my downfall.  There I was stretching off muscles I don't normally stretch before a run.  2 miles into the run I could feel it tightening.  I couldn't tell you which muscle it was, but it was one of the ones in the back of my thigh. 4 miles into the run, I misjudged a step and felt a twinge.  7.5 miles into the run and it was game over.  Madly hopping to slow down, then trying some stretches against a sign post.  Couldn't find a stretch that would work.  Ended up limping to my support car (ain't family brilliant) and getting a lift home.

Headed for the gym in an attempt to get some advice, but ended up on the Power Plate in a position that looked decidely dodgy.  I will admit, my leg did feel a bit better afterwards.

So after 7.5 miles of bloody good going (mostly uphill), my last long run had been brought to a halt.  A couple of days later and the pain and stiffness is easing away now and I've a good feeling that it was only a pulled muscle and will be back in good shape for the big day.  The big question is, should I try for another long run this week?  I'd like to, my leg might not and my physio will probably be against it, so I'll find out tomorrow morning.

My ankle was loving it, and I felt completely cheated by the pulled muscle.  Every other fibre of my body wanted to keep going...  Grrr...