A leg up

After my musings in my last post on the incredible healing ability of our bodies, it's only fitting that my own body should tell me that it needs a bit of help and support for it to facilitate its own healing.

I finally had to admit that I may need to add an extra ingredient in addition to my daily run following a run with my club colleagues last night where I became more and more aware of having to almost drag my left leg around with me.

It was actually even worse this morning when I managed a glorious seventeen minutes to complete one mile. I even gave up on the extra "bit" and walked the last bit home.

I put it all down to an incident about a month ago when, having locked my house keys inside the house, I had to remove a very small window and climb through it. Whilst manoeuvring my way through said window, at one point I had all my weight on my weaker left leg (previous cartilage and ligament football injury), with my other leg still pointing up through the window.

It was at this point that my left leg gave way under me. I appeared to wrench it somewhat and it hasn't been quite the same since.

So I will continue with my mile a day "therapy" but I have decided to also obtain some expert assistance.

All may become clearer early next week. Hopefully!

Enjoying the ride

I seem to have fallen out of the habit of writing my blog lately.

I'm still running though, and I completed my 543rd consecutive day of running at least a mile this morning.

My thoughts have been on both the fragility and also the miracle of life in the past twelve or so hours.

Last night I heard from my mum that one of her best, and oldest, friends passed away yesterday, and then on top of that I witnessed our adopted cat pounce on and proceed to devour a bird.

On the miracle side of things, I watched a recording of the last programme in the excellent BBC series "Inside The Human Body" last night.

Watching this series has made me more aware of what a mind-blowing miracle we all are.

Michael Mosley, the presenter who trained as a medical student, said last night that doctor's can't actually heal people, all they are able to do is facilitate the human body's natural ability to heal itself.

It seems to always come back to the principal that we all have everything within ourselves already to heal ourselves, be successful and thrive. All we need is the occasional support and encouragement to enable us to draw on those amazing resources that already within us.

And while we're about it, we should feel amazed and awed by this miraculous and fragile thing called life that we are riding right now.

Let it be

It's been a struggle this last week or so.

It's funny how the language you use can sometimes make it obvious why you're finding something hard.

It all started with wrenching my left knee when climbing into a very small window in the front of my house after I'd managed to lock my keys inside the house just over a week ago , and has now progressed to pulling my hamstring in the same leg yesterday.

So I've done a lot of very slow runs of a mile and a bit.

And I'm due to be going on a four-day extended running weekend with thirty other runners in three days time.

Anyway, back to me using the word struggle at the start of this post. It is quite accurate for me to describe that I've been finding it a struggle.

But what I managed to do on this morning's run was to make it OK that I was running very slow.

I managed to not fret about what might happen if my leg doesn't get any better or even gets worse.

The words of Paul McCartney came to me,

"When I find myself in times of trouble Mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom, Let it be".

I don't remember Mother Mary coming to me, but who knows, maybe she did.

And, as another song says, "Que sera, sera, whatever will be, will be".

Funnily enough, I'm not actually finding it a struggle any more.