Since my operation I was really happy with the progress I was making. I was up to a
full swim programme pretty quickly – knocking out a very very small 1500m PB. Running is progressing too, slower than I would like but I feel like I’ve hit some milestones which are always good to remind myself that things are definitely moving forward. I had my first run outside on Christmas day (good job too because I absolutely demolished all my grandma’s homemade mince pies!) and also first time hitting double figures (in kilometres not miles – I definitely haven’t got there quite yet) and also running for an hour (nearly killed me thought!). The icing on the cake was running in the Lake District with Georgia TB – something we haven’t been able to do in a long time; it was also probably one of the funniest 20 minute runs ever courtesy of Jess Learmonth losing half her leg in very boggy marshland (think Vicar of Dibley and the puddle – you’ll get the idea!).
Biking hasn’t been so good, anything over about 90 minutes just really aggravates my hip and has a knock on effect to other sessions so we decided to tone down on the riding a bit and I’ve just been doing a couple of hours with a session at altitude every week. I am slightly nervous for racing this year, my worst fear is being in a bike pack and being the one who ‘can’t pull turns’ or whose turns are so bad I’d be better off being at the back’.
Not being able to fully ride led to the decision to go down the route of another steroid injection (number 4 in 6 months… sorry hip!). So yesterday was a trip back down to Oxford to see the surgeon and also have the injection, before going down I was under the impression that this would be it, one more injection, one more trip to see the surgeon and only one more trip to Bicester Village outlet – not sure my debit card could take a trip but thankfully the Kate Spade bag I was going to treat myself to wasn’t in black… shame!
After seeing the Doc he said that I could be needing a few more injections over the next 9 – 12 months due to the level of inflammation and synovitis present but he said I shouldn’t be concerned especially remembering the level of training us triathletes like doing!
On a slightly different note, a year ago today I took the very brave decision to get a tattoo… very painful (can’t say I’ll be going back for another one) – quite a few people ask me what my little arrow means; well, the reason I choose it was because of what it signifies – the meaning behind it is one I follow and often remind myself of:
An arrow can only fly by pulling it backwards. So when life is dragging you back with difficulties just focus and keep aiming – soon enough you will launching towards your target.
It’s safe to say my arrow has been drawn back quite a bit lately so hopefully sometime soon I can let it go, but to those having difficulties, keeping focussed and keep aiming – you’ll get there soon!