The year could be summed up in a single sentence. Injured and did not run much. End of review. But that’s not particularly positive, is it? So, here is a reasonably light hearted look at my year of not running.
Recovery, the last step in the cycle of returning to a more normal routine: train; race; rest; recover then repeat.
I have managed to nail the train, race and rest steps, but the recovery step has been somewhat confounding which has prompted me to ask a few questions of myself.
We are easing ever closer to pre-pandemic activities; group running is back, live events are back albeit with some restrictions still being required: we have the freedom re-join our running family, meet up, train together, run socially, race together.
Well, hello! It has been a while. There has been a splash pandemic induced writer’s block, a pinch of ‘meh’, and a soupcon of what is there to actually write about? Of course if I had really put my mind to it and displayed a bit of creativity there would have been something.
I’m currently in diminishing return territory: but how? I am struggling to add that extra mile to my longer long and adding a couple of reps to my hill and speed intervals. My cadence on the spin bike has dropped. Like many other runners at the moment, I am not doing long miles or racing. So what is going on?
What do I say about 2020? A global pandemic, in and out of varying levels of lockdown and the confusion that inevitably entails. The way we live our lives changed beyond recognition and in many respects for ever. Worst year ever?