I’m so very despondent about my running at the moment. Actually, I can’t even call myself a runner. All I’m thinking about for Christmas is being able to run with new legs, or rather legs that feel like they work!

You see, I hurt myself waiting for the Soweto half marathon to start. Yes, you read that correctly, while I was waiting… not even while I was running. Then… after I twisted my leg, I ran 21km.

Well, that was that. I’ve messed up my legs in the process. Since then, I’ve been getting weekly treatments for my hamstring issues… and not running. Every week, I get dry needled and then strapped. I’ve tried running around the field and that was painful, and then last week Thursday I decided that enough was enough. I needed to run. So I joined my RWFL buddies for a 4km run. Hmph well that was the plan.

Mike (SBR Sport) had warned me to go slowly, and that’s what I did. The problem was the long steep 1km long downhill. My leg just wasn’t happy, and in fact, I felt shin splints then. I ran again with Kimo on Saturday and this time it was better, but I wasn’t going down a steep hill.

I went back to Mike today, and now my legs are basically covered in pink tape. My shins, one of my quads and both hamstrings.

Seriously?! Can it get worse?

I’m supposed to be training for a marathon! I have to run a marathon in under 5 hours to qualify for the Two Oceans ultra marathon, and I can’t even run down a hill anymore.

Mike does reckon that I need to start running again though to get my muscles back into shape. So, I’m going to start tomorrow. Running uphill and walking downhill until my hamstrings and shins start behaving again.

I’m so frustrated! This is going to be a very long road to get back to the level I was running at.

It’s now only looking like I’m going to be able to run the last possible qualifying marathon before Two Oceans. That was not my plan at all.

All I want to do is run!

This is also not doing my moods any good, running is my therapy. Running my time to think. It’s my time to chat with friends, and it’s the only real time I get for myself. I miss it.

At this stage I’m feeling like it’s never going to come right, and I just want new legs now.