I have been planning to do a blog update for a while now, but I wasn’t planning it to be this! I was planning to write a “Training for the London Marathon with a Baby” type post, talking about how it’s going so far and what I’m planning on doing next, the internal battle I had with myself before deciding whether to ask for sponsorship or not and a few quips about motherhood 7 months in and I’m sure I’ll still cover some of that, but January 1st blew all of this out of the water. My training is stalled, I can’t look after my baby without help, and at the moment everything is far from rosy, all because of a lousy, but quite spectacular, trip over a poxy speed bump!!
So there I was, cruising through my marathon training plan that I had carefully written in snatched moments when my daughter was happy to let me put her down to play, I had lined up races, planned rest weeks and carefully considered how gently to up my mileage. I started it in October and had by and large stuck to what it said. I had re-started Weight Watchers and my weight was slowly coming off, I was back down to my pre-baby weight, although my body was nowhere near back to how it was before, and I was up to about 10miles at a time in distance. I had a good scheduled that allowed me to get out and train around Baby S and her needs. It wasn’t easy, but it was working!
Over December my Personal Trainer went on holiday and I cut myself some slack. I still did my 3 weekly runs (mostly) but that was it, and I indulged in a festive mince pie or two, and a few Christmas beverages but I figured in January and beyond I’d be hitting it hard, back on the healthy eating bandwagon and hitting the training with renewed vigour, London would only be a few months away…
So on the 1st of January, after a relatively tame New Years Eve, I lined up to run the Lamberhurst 10k beside my husband, who had the baby in the running buggy, and off we went, ready to kick start the new year in a healthy way. It’s hilly, Lamberhurst, but after getting up the first couple of KM I was starting to get into my stride, picked up my pace a bit, mind wandering, wishing I’d remembered to actually download my Spotify running playlist as there wasn’t enough signal to stream it, and I still hadn’t been able to try out my new headphones I got for Christmas when suddenly I wasn’t running any more, I was on the floor surrounded by people telling me to breath, and everything hurt! It took a few more seconds for me to realise that I would be pulling out of the race and not carrying on, another few to realise I couldn’t stand up and probably a full minute before I realised I couldn’t move my left arm properly.
My husband happened to come back past me just after the fall so stopped also, and eventually the medics arrived after having to navigate their car through the runners. I was looked at, picked up, a bandage put on my arm, then driven back down to the start where I was advised to go to A&E. By now the pain is catching up with me, i’m in shock and my daughter is crying causing me massive distress. I could barely even touch her with my hands bleeding everywhere to help calm her down. Hubby drove me to the hospital and left me there to go and feed the baby – I couldn’t do it – what were we going to do?!
The people in A&E were fab, it didn’t seem like I was waiting around, but the news wasn’t good, my left elbow was fractured, which would be problematic enough without my right hand side also being bruised with cuts across my whole hand and elbow. I basically had very minimal use of either hand!
Now a few days on I am left having to ask people to come and look after me and the baby while hubby is at work as I’m unable to look after her by myself, my cuts are healing slowly which will help and I’m using my left arm as much as I’m able trying to get movement back. I’ve been to the fracture clinic but have to go back in a few weeks to be re-xrayed and until then I’m not supposed to do exercise. Not the start to the year I was hoping for!
Now as I laid in bed in the early hours of this morning, having just got the baby back to sleep (thankfully I’ve cracked being able to breastfeed despite my injuries) I decided that I wasn’t going to let this sink me. I can hold the baby again for shot periods to at least comfort her, which was my most pressing concern after being able to feed her and I have a fantastic network of friends and family who have me covered for the next week so that leaves me with just me to worry about.
It would be so easy to fall back into my pattern of comfort eating and drinking so I’m going to make a concerted effort not to. I’ve already made a meal plan for the next week along with a shopping list to get my nutrition back on track which is especially important as I can’t do my normal amount of exercise, and my next step is going to be to look into what exercises I CAN do with limited use of my arms. I can’t afford to sit around losing fitness for the next month, I have a marathon to run!
And run it I will! I’m going to sit down and re-write my marathon training plan taking into account this unscheduled break in my training and i’ll just have to work at it twice as hard once I can run again.
I decided a while ago that I was going to do this for charity after all, as anything I can raise, even if its only a small amount, is more than they would have if I didn’t. I wouldn’t usually ask for sponsorship to run these days as its something I do all the time, but as I say on my fundraising page, this is a bit different, as its a marathon, and not only that but its a marathon I’ve got to train for after just having a baby with all the rebuilding of strength and fitness that entails, and now I’m going to try and turn this arm break into a positive and say it’s another good reason to sponsor me, as I will also have to recover from this and try and be marathon ready over a much shorter time frame!
I’m raising money for The Royal Marsden Cancer Charity again, as it very sadly keeps being a background feature of my life, treating friends and family when the dreaded disease rears it’s ugly head and you can find my fundraising page here if you feel so inclined.
I’m going to need so much help and support in the coming months to recover and get going again. It really was spectacularly bad timing, but it is what it is, and I’m determined that a little break wont be the breaking of me!