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Injury. The word that strikes cold dread into the heart of every runner. And then there’s the injury that just won’t go away. When you get stuck, and whatever you do, you can’t seem to get unstuck.
It was the most ridiculous of accidents. The weekend before Christmas, with a million things to get done by yesterday. One minute, rushing downstairs, not thinking about what I was doing.
It’s April. The evening’s are light again. Blossom’s bursting out everywhere. And so is spring marathon fever.
Still a couple of weeks to go until London. This weekend it’s the turn of Brighton. And Paris. And….Taunton.
My twitter feed’s full of fear and anticipation, in equal measure. Taper craziness is in the air.
Sometimes you need to take a step back with training.
For anyone who followed my mini-adventure on the West Deane Way ultra last year, you’ll know that I turned my ankle over a few weeks before the event. It caused me some bother on the day, although we made it round and there didn’t seem to be any lasting damage.
