What I gained from my second excursion with the jogging group was the flu and laryngitis. That shut me up for a good five days and during that time it occurred to me that I didn’t have enough warm clothes for all this jogging caper. Back I went to the burglars up at Lulu Lemon (I know I should find a cheaper place to shop but they’ve put that store a 50mtr level walk from where I live). I found a long-sleeved top in lilac that is such a pretty colour for winter and then I found a lime-coloured sweatshirt with fleecy lining and a hood to keep my head warm and it was so snuggly I put that on Carl’s credit card too. I was now fully decked out except for a new pair of jogging shoes.
As I have previously mentioned, all this effort and expense is so I can run with Alfie in a 10km race being held at his school this Sunday. The two other race options are the 2km or the 5km races but Alfie is insisting on competing in the most punishing event of the day. Last Sunday I decided to put that discussion to bed. I told Alfie we would walk the course. ‘We’re just going to walk it so you have an understanding of how far 10kms is’.
Carl said he would follow us in his Mustang then Archie heard the word ‘Mustang’ so he wanted to come too and told his father he would drive so his father could enjoy the passenger seat. So kind! And then I thought it had been a while since the dogs had enjoyed an outing so they were lifted onto the backseat and then we were ready to prove to Alfie that 10kms is a very long way.
When we arrived at the starting point, Alfie asked, ‘Can we just start with running?’ and I thought there could be no harm in that so I agreed. He took off like he’d been shot out of a canon and I was quickening my pace to keep up especially as I was also behind the Mustang that was emitting a lot of fumes.
I ran on and on, doing my best to keep up with my eight-year old son who seems to be able go on and on and on with no difficulty whatsoever, while Archie sat behind the wheel of the Mustang yelling things out like, ‘Oh come on mum, try and keep up’, and, ‘Don’t let him get too far in front of you’, and, ‘You reckon you can finish?’
Well an hour and five minutes later, Alfie finished the course. He had run all the way without any complaints and thoroughly enjoyed himself. Out of necessity I also ran the entire course. It was the longest run of my life.
My theory that this would deter Alfie (who was now more excited by the race than before), totally backfired.
That night I agreed to register both of us for the 10km event.
The next morning I couldn’t walk. At least, not on my right leg. My ankle was so sore I couldn’t flex my foot. Monday was a public holiday so I limped around thinking I just needed to get my foot strapped and then I’d be right. On Tuesday I went to a physio who said it was Medial Tibial Stress Syndrome (shin splints) that I have in both legs because of excessive pronation from dropped arches and that I should have worn better shoes and bought orthotics. Here’s the lesson: When taking up jogging, good shoes with arch support are more important than pretty outfits from Lulu Lemon.
So the physio treated my leg then strapped it and said I needed to come back today for new strapping so I’d be ready for the race.
I went back to the physio today and he asked me how I’ve been and I told him it’s been extremely painful and that I haven’t been able to walk without limping and could he fix it because the race is on in two sleeps. He examined my right leg and diagnosed a stress fracture. ‘You’re out of the race, Charlie. You need at least six weeks of resting that leg’.
I cried all the way home.
There’s also a chance this afternoon I bumped into the school’s principal and when telling her the story I burst into tears. She said, ‘I think you need a hug’, and threw her arms around me. I think it’s the antibiotics. Or alcohol withdrawal. Adding to the flu, laryngitis, shin splints and the stress fracture is a gastro bug I’ve had for over a week (hence no food on the blog as I’m not eating anything). I’m on strong antibiotics so I’m not allowed my very medicinal glass of wine.
I know I didn’t stand a chance of winning with the elite runners expected to run the course in half the time it would take me, and I knew that finishing after an hour means I probably had a good chance of being the last place-getter but I still wanted to run. It was something Alfie and I were going to do together and as he is the youngest entrant in the event and in all likelihood the least experienced, I thought he could do with some support.
And this is why jogging is expensive. Adding to the Lulu Lemon purchases I now have physio fees, new shoes to purchase, orthotics to buy and a non-refundable entry fee into an event I’ll be watching from the sidelines.
Alfie has heard the news and he said, ‘Don’t worry mum, that’s okay; I’ll be all right’.
He’s such a trooper.
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