I’m at the stage where I’ve built up YET AGAIN (eyeball raise) to running for 5K.
This is because I keep getting injured.
My last spot of misfortune came about when I joined in the Paphos Running Club fun run dressed as Elsa from Frozen.
We all set off running down the road; a baby with a dummy, two pirates, a soldier with rifle, a chicken, a naughty school girl, a witch and father christmas. I’d run a few metres when with a giant splat, I found myself nose to pavement. It was lightening fast; one minute I was grinning and waving, the next; flat out. I scrambled to my feet, the pain shooting through my right knee, hip and ribs. ‘I’m fine, keep running,’ I assured everyone. I felt a bit sick, as you do when something like that happens but I rearranged my princess layers and headdress and stumbled on. Flecks of blood appeared on my silky skirts.
Turns out I’d really smacked my ribs into the pavement. It was a whole seven weeks after my Elsa nosedive before I was ready to attempt a run.
