My legs ache today, but that’s okay. I’m tired, that’s okay too! My knee is niggling again, don’t worry, you’re a runner! This was my day in, day out conversation I had with myself. Reassuring that running was the reason I was aching and sore, but that’s okay, it’s all apart of the process! It’s showing my effort and training is challenging me, so that’s good, right?
Probably all runners feel like this some days, and if they’re smart enough they may take it easy, or get an early night, eat substantially and fuel their bodies in able to aid recovery in order for them to perform at they maximal potential. It has only taken me till recently that being sore and tired isn’t normal for runners. I shouldn’t be getting out of bed absolutely shattered. It wasn’t running that was the reason for this, it played apart but not under and inadequate fuelling and recovering effectively was a recipe for what I feared, a stress fracture.
Weeks of fuelling properly went by, I began to get Edema in my legs and stomach, which is the body’s way of healing by sending a lot of fluid to areas of the body which are damaged and to no surprise my legs where swelling, and stomach where my organs sat had so much fluid my confidence started to sink (pardon the pun). I began to restrict, I wasnt ready for this, the thought of recovery was there but as a result my weight was increasing rapidly, so i began to fall into the Red-S syndrome category once again.
I began to get niggles (again), especially in my knee. It would swell, encounter stabbing and shooting pains and my leg would lock, but it only then became too much of a ‘coincidence’.
The warm up for Leeds abbey dash was mixed, a painful jog to feeling springy and speedy in strides. A costal first half of the 10k route to an agonising end of cramping calf and stapping knee pain, numb tingling feet and light headedness. Don’t get me wrong, no one can complain with a 50second PB! But when you know you’re capable of so much more its okay to be a little disappointed. I saved my cool down till I got home, and all was fine! An 8mile ‘recovery’ run the next evening, a little tight but that’s okay (so I thought) and then an agonising evening of hobbling and leg locking. But I was adamant I could run, so I tried the next morning. I couldn’t even walk but for some reason I thought I’d be able to, but no, it hurt. An distressed call to my physio (Phil) and he made time to see me the following morning, to where he saw chronic bruising, swelling and heat along with a change of mindset, it caused a red flag to be raised. Throbbing to touch, an ultrasound test didn’t go down too well, to where he stated he was contemplating diagnosing a ‘possible stress fracture’.
I wasn’t able to run? And for once I actually decided to listen to him. Laps of the pool, rehab work and miles on the bike encountered my training for the next few weeks, and no running meant a slip in my eating. So I wasn’t healing.
I went back to see him, by this point I opened up about my struggle, I’d fallen back down to rock bottom. I knew if I was going to run again I’d have to start repairing my broken body with the most natural medicine possible, food.
Pints and pints of milk, protein and carbs were next on the agenda, a lot of tears were shed, but with this the only way, it HAD to be done. It was like I was restarting my entire life again, for the third time. Retraining both my mind and body that food was actually a necessity and at a much higher quantity for my training and especially more than ever right now! Relearning instincts us humans have had since the start, something I was so adoment I didn’t need, because after all, I’m a runner, I’m invincible right?
8 weeks later, WE did it. The pain began to ease and saying that – I was soon back up to full mileage after weeks of cross training and you guessed it, FOOD! I could complete sessions again and go for a run the next day pain free. I finally began to feel the benefit of sleep!! And most importantly, my confidence began to return. I finished 6th at Northern XC Champs, 19th at Nationals and have since knocked another 40 seconds off my 10k Pb!!! One stone heavier, I guess it’s treating me well!
Its become so apparent to me that if I even slip up for one or two days by my eating dropping – whether that be on purpose or not, I get niggles, my knee swells, aches and my achillies now begins to flare-up. I know my warning signs, which reminds me that food is actually way more important than the miles I run in order to progress and not head towards another period of injury.
A stress fracture is one of the worst possible news to athletes, not just runners. However, to me, a blessing In disguise. It has taught me an awful lot! You can’t just run miles and miles, you have to fuel, you have to strengthen, and most importantly, you have to live. Running is a huge part of my life, but you know what, you have to take a step back, breathe reality and enjoy the life you have. Spend time doing what YOU enjoy, what makes you happy and healthy. Don’t get too caught up in a game that in grand scheme of things, is only a bloody good hobby!
Your health and happiness comes first.
And to be HAPPY, I do need to run. I can’t lie, it’s my identity – So to run, I need to be HEALTHY!


