Just a couple of weeks
after I ran my first post runner's knee, walking break-free round,
my foot started hurting.
I have had similar foot
problems before. The first time was a couple of years ago, after I
got hubris and thought I could do 27 km in my VFF. Well, I could,
but then I got injured. The second time was just last summer. Both
times the problem was the second toe tendon, on top of the foot and
halfway to my ankle. Both times I had to take several weeks off from
running.
This time, the dull pain
came unannounced and with no preceding running hijinks to explain its
existence. It just started aching last Tuesday afternoon (on my rest
day) and then got worse as the hours passed.
Yesterday, my short
lunch-break walk made my foot complain more firmly. So much so, that
I came home from work and spent an hour worrying I would miss
practice. Wednesday afternoons are easy run days with AIK. Should I
run with them or should I rest my foot?
I was getting
frustrated. Furious at the injustice of what seemed to be yet another
injury, I shook my fist at the sky. Hadn't I paid my yearly injury dues with my runner's knee?
Was my body falling apart, finally beaten after years of abuse by way
of running? Would I have to take up birdwatching instead? I don't
even like birds!
See? They're evil! By Abode of chaos |
I don't believe in
karma, or cosmic justice, or ”what goes around comes around”.
Just read the news. There's evidence all around us that bad people
get away with doing bad things
all the time. And there are good people in the world that live
in misery, never catching a break, bad things happening to them
all the time. The universe is indifferent to our fate, and nothing that ever
happens happens for a reason. As much as it would stroke my ego to
believe that I am the centre of the universe and all it is there for
is to accommodate me and my whims, I find it impossible to actually
do so. I'm just not that special. None of us are. To each other
maybe, but not in the grand scheme of things.
Still, I couldn't
believe that my luck was so rotten, that a deity I don't even believe
in would punish me this way (yes, I made up a deity so that I had
someone to be angry at. I call him Stan). I refused to accept
that I had sustained yet another injury, so close to my latest one.
On some level I must have believed that my righteous anger would
scare the cosmic powers (=Stan) into admitting that they (=Stan) had
messed with the wrong person this time, because I went ahead and
joined the AIK practice anyway. My foot sent weak signals throughout
the run, but today it's much better than it was yesterday before the
run.
It might be too early
to say for sure, but I think that the universe might have finally
thrown me a bone. Thank you Stan, fictitious deity of my imagination!
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