Logging on to Strava at the moment is a pretty depressing experience. When I upgraded to a premium account a few months ago, I did so in order to delve head first into the statistics of my running life, to analyse individual runs and to monitor my fitness and progress over time. What I didn't envisage was the prospect of getting injured and being presented with a demoralising daily assessment of my declining fitness.
Opening the app today is, indeed, a lot like watching the news. I am shown a variety of graphs that deliver nothing but bad news. The line graph depicting my monthly fitness, for instance, has plummeted like the value of the travel industry in the wake of the coronavirus, while my monthly activities graph just reminds me how little I've done this month compared to last. My training log is empty and my weekly intensity graph is showing single digit figures, meaning that my training is on a par with a 90-year old.
So Strava and I aren't getting on at the moment. We have fallen out and, like Rachel and Ross from Friends, are now officially on a break.
I'm four weeks into my eight-week enforced hiatus and it's a struggle at the moment to find the positives from the situation. But there are a couple; being injured and seeing your fitness fall off a cliff does at least give you time to consider what your comeback might look like. Yes, the graphs are all pointing downwards at the moment, but therein lies a future challenge. How long will it take me to get back to my previous fitness level? This is oddly something that I am looking forward to discovering and, for which, I am prepared to forgive Strava for its weeks of betrayal.
Then there's the plank. Over the past few weeks I have been attempting to lengthen the amount of time I can plank for, and it's going well (more on that in a future post), despite my children's best attempts to put me off. But other than that, the positives are pretty thin on the ground.
Not running, day after day and week after week, is incredibly hard. I definitely feel that my mental health has taken a bit of a kicking; I'm moodier, I'm irritable, my patience is wafer thin, I feel uninspired with my work and I feel more tired, more often. It has also given me a terrifying glimpse into what life in the long term might be like without running. What if I don't recover from this Achilles injury? What if that's it?
It doesn't bear thinking about. I can't spend the rest of my days on an exercise bike.
So there's nothing for it. I have got to grit my teeth, get on with the next four weeks, ease myself back into it slowly and set my sights on a comeback goal for 2021.
Here's to one upwards curve that I'm looking forward to seeing next year.
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