On 21st April 2013, I will not be running the Virgin London Marathon for the first time. I was going to run the Virgin London Marathon for the first time, but on 9th February 2013, after having my body manipulated on an osteopath's couch for an hour, after much tutting and shaking of the head on her part, my Google-diagnosis of "stress fracture" was 90% confirmed.
So ended a short but intense burst of pretty serious preparation on my part - five sessions a week, muddy stomps in the forest, long runs in the snow, intervals and threshold runs at dawn, retail therapy at Niketown and so on.
This will therefore be my attempt at a running blog that's initially not about running. It will be about what a previously confirmed anti-sportsman, who discovered running way after reaching the status of "veteran" for the purpose of racing, does when his recently discovered favourite pastime is cruelly snatched away because of a tiny crack in the middle of his left shin.
Ultramarathon hero Scot Jurek takes 4-6 weeks off each year on purpose. My enforced "don't run" era should only be 6 weeks long but let's see what can be achieved during that little lay-off - hibernation or rejuvenation?
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