I never get the opportunity to run with KK. At a relaxed pace, he runs almost 2.5 minutes per/km faster than me. But tonight was different. Tonight we got to run track together and I loved it!
Okay, a quick catch-up. KK is finally back at track. After discovering he had a fractured pelvis after Comrades and spending 8 weeks in complete rest and doing nothing (not even swimming), he has been given the green light to return to track. He is only allowed to do mini sessions of 100m light jog with 100m walk for now. The ‘bone doctor’ has prescribed some medication that he needs to start taking and then to monitor it from there.
We still don’t know what caused it. Initial reports about osteoporosis have been shrugged off by the ‘bone doctor’ but then again, he can’t say for sure how KK managed to get himself injured? Very odd. I think KK might have overdone the training a tad?
Every runner hates an injury and when you’re out of action for so long, it’s a death sentence no matter who you are and what pace you run.
KK is just thrilled to be back at track and has committed to taking it slowly. There’s no use rushing his rehab and injuring himself again. Especially since entries for Comrades have opened (he’s entered) and Two Oceans entries are around the corner. Mentally, runners start setting their 2016 goals now.
I don’t really mind how long it takes KK to fully recover. If he needs me to pace him, then sure, I’m available. 😉
Thinking back now, it was better that KK never had his ‘groin’ pain checked out properly before Comrades. If he had, he would have most probably pulled out of the race.
We finally know what the cause of the pain is. It’s not a torn leg muscle or groin injury. He went for an x-ray and as clear as daylight, he has a stress fracture of his pelvis.
Photo credit: Google image (not KK’s)
Out for 8 weeks. Out. No gym, no light training, no short easy runs. Out. Complete rest.
It’s been two weeks now and he’s already going mad! How do you tell someone like him, who runs or gyms every day of the week, to do nothing. To rest.
It’s funny how once you know what’s wrong, once you have a proper diagnosis of the problem , how easy it is to put a recovery plan in place to manage. Previously, random Google searches would bring up a million results but leave you feeling confused and frustrated.
KK knows what he needs to do now. He knows the journey ahead and that unless he rests, he won’t heal. It’s a runner’s worst nightmare! But he has no choice.
It’s been 4 weeks since KK injured himself. His injury came at the worst time possible – key training weeks before Two Oceans and Comrades.
As a typical runner, he’s been through all the emotions. It started with denial of the injury, thinking it would go away. Then came acceptance and regular visits to the physio, followed by daily rehabilitation exercises trying to strengthen the area.
But it’s this last phase that has been the worst. Acceptance that he is not going to be able to run Two Oceans and realisation that there isn’t much time to train before Comrades.
I keep telling him to rest, to take it easy and not worry about the races. But as any runner knows, that’s easier said than done. Especially since his Comrades would see him getting a back to back medal for his second consecutive race. There’s still time, I tell him. But he’s frustrated.
I’ve realised how easily we take for granted that we’re fit to run. I’ve realised that our bodies don’t give us much warning when we’re about to get injured. It just happens.
But the greatest lesson an injury teaches us is patience. Runners are the worst when it comes to being patient. Hang in there KK!
Boy am I miserable. After a check-up at the doc last week, I was instructed to rest and give my torn intercostal muscle time to heal. It’s meant no gym, no spinning and no running (not even at my slow pace which some might consider a stroll in the park).
I’m trying to be patient. I know that running the Old Eds 10km race two weeks ago was most probably not the wisest of moves and potentially made my condition worse. If only I had listened to my body, I might have started to heal much quicker.
To make things worse, everywhere I look, people are running. Scrolling through my Twitter timeline and running mates are gearing up for Soweto marathon. Others are kick-starting their half marathon training schedules into gear. KK is waiting to see whether or not City 2 City will go ahead. Me? Well I’ve been resting. Lying on the bed after work, glugging down glasses of glutamine and rubbing arnica oil on my side.
I’ve never been the most patient person. I confess that I wake up each and every morning hoping this irritating side stitch will go away. But it lingers…
In a way, it’s been a blessing in disguise. The ‘time off’ has allowed me to check in with my goals. I’ve realised what matters to me the most. I now know what I want to achieve with my running. I know what I want! In my head, I’ve decided on my new challenge. My new goal. My new training regime. But physically, not yet ready to launch… Come on body!