Week 12 Wrap-up

Ok, so last week it was my left foot giving me trouble. This time it was my right foot's turn.

It started on Thursday night when I was supposed to run 16kms. The run was going along nicely. Firstly, I had seen two rats at different points along the run. Now I don't care what the animal is, when I spot an animal - ok maybe not a bird- then I have a great need to stop and check it out. For the second rat I actually had to wait a moment because all I initially saw was a tail disappearing into the dark murky water of the Yarra so I had to satisfy my curiosity that what I had seen really did belong to a rat. I figured the little bugger couldn't hold it's breath forever so I stood there waiting and sure enough, about 20 seconds later, up it jumped and onto a concrete structure near a bridge. I could go on about the rats but perhaps that's enough.  I was also enjoying the run as I had listened to an interesting podcast about the rioting that had been taking place in London in the past week and had just moved onto a different podcast all about the history of ancient Rome. Both educational and great for making the time pass quickly.  Then not long after seeing the second rat, at about the 7.5km mark, I felt sharp shooting pains coming up through the middle of my right foot. I pulled up very quickly and hobbled for a bit. Unable to place my foot on the ground squarely without a repeat of the shooting pain, I started trying to walk with the side of my runner. I decided that was the end of my run as I didn't want to risk making it any worse by continuing so made my way towards Richmond Station which I knew wasn't far away. Within a couple of minutes, I was able to walk normally again. So I guess that means it's not broken. I ended up catching the tram home and icing the foot.
On Friday it was a day off from running so I took it easy, did some more icing of the foot and hoped it would be right by Saturday. It gave me no pain at all which was a good sign.
On Saturday I tested the foot out by running 8km in the evening. It went alright. I could sort of feel some sort of slight soreness underneath my foot but it didn't really give me any pain or anything.
Today I was supposed to run 30km at around lunchtime. I didn't do it though. I just didn't feel confident enough of it surviving the stresses I would have put it under. So instead I ended up riding 10kms fast so that at least I got my heart rate up.
My plan now is to run the 30km tomorrow. Depending on how the foot goes I guess. I just need to be very careful. Fingers crossed. Or perhaps that should be toes crossed...
Week 12 distance covered: 25.25 km