Three and a half weeks after ripping up my calf at the Pembrokeshire Coast Triathlon (yes, I still need to write up a race report for that) I finally got to see he-who-looks-after-my-legs for some work on my legs. The poor bloke twisted his own knee the same week and has had to have surgery to trim the meniscus and clean out the joint, so my little calf injury was put into perspective. I’m glad my knees are still strong!
*touches wood*
He quickly found other sore bits in my calves with his thumbs that I hadn’t noticed and caused much pain. I’m hoping that tomorrow they’ll be feeling looser as the right flexor hallucis longus muscle was very tight again for this morning’s run. Golf with dad and Nick on Saturday won’t have helped this, but it was worth it.
More work from him in 7 days on both my calves, and more work from me daily with stretching and strengthening work. It was definitely a good job that I skipped the Gower Triathlon. I went to watch in full waterproofs, so I’ve got it in mind for next year.
I’m looking forward to running again on Thursday.
