Poacher - I had a similar operation about five years ago. The procedure itself wasn't too much of a problem and I was walking around normally within a few days (and gentle jogging within a couple of weeks, I think). I haven't really been able to test it properly since then, as I'm unable to sustain high mileage (due to a variety of low-lying injuries and old age). But, if it's any consolation, I suspect that my old torn meniscus injury hasn't impacted too much on my general fitness. A friend had an arthroscopy at around the same time and is currently running as well as ever.
It'd be a shame if you felt you had to give up completely. We all have to adapt as we begin to slow down and gradually fall apart. Initially, this can be rather unsettling. Slokey and Blisters have turned to triathlon, while others have resorted to something called wava. Personally, I like to jog alongside back markers during races, regaling them with tales of how, back in the day, I used to be almost average.
Does this mean you won't be at the Coastal Race next month? I only popped in here to ask you, Minni & OO about lovely areas to stay (or unlovely ones to avoid). We're going to make a weekend of it this time, which we've never done before.
"it appears that you have been slipped a Mickey Finn in the dodgiest bar in Rio and woken up with much to be ashamed of."
Not at all, Poacher. I was proud to be stepping out with you on my arm. Highlight of the day, in fact.
I hope you are niggle free?
I doubt I'll ever be niggle free, MsE. But I've resolved not to whine about it on here all the live-long day.
Yikes. A 9 miler already, Lorenzo? It'll be several days before I run again. Though I will be sweating through a Hot Yoga session tomorrow morning. A yoga/pilates medley, played out in near-sauna conditions, for some reason. It's all the rage, apparently. And it'll hopefully help with the niggles I'm no longer mentioning.
That's lovely, Birch. Must have been great to have your kids out supporting you. Stunning progress from Race Jase and Jools over the past few years. MsE being underwhelmed by her sub 3: What a crackpot.
I think I had almost stopped moaning about the Expo by the time Sunday rolled around. The journey, the DLR, the horrific 'Ideal Home Exhibition' setting, the over-enthusiastic sales people and their endless guff about running.... Still, they did give me a free carrier bag full of leaflets, so that's alright then. Anyway, as I said, I stopped moaning about all that ages ago.
The start line was great. A friend had bought me a disposable poncho. I'd always wanted to wear one of those at the start of a race, but had dismissed the notion as being one lofty ambition too far. I felt ace, standing at the start in my pinkish poncho, looking like a runner. Looking like I knew what I was doing.
Sadly, that feeling didn't last. Somebody must have said '3,2,1, go,' as everyone started moving forwards. And then we had to go and do a load of boring running stuff.
Actually, it was quite good fun for a while. I phoned my young niece from Tower Bridge. I thought she might like to hear that wall of noise, but she didn't even pretend to be interested. She was much more impressed when I showed her my medal. "Course I won the race. How do ya think I got this?"
Eventually, it all became a bit of a nuisance, quite frankly. The last three or four miles were particularly annoying. I was desperate to stop but somehow managed to avoid doing so. Which, I think you'll agree, makes me a bit of a tough guy hard nut.
I crossed the line and felt decidedly wrong. I wasn't sure which would happen first: the instantaneous bowel release, the throwing up or the passing out. While I was wondering which option I'd prefer, I bumped into a bloke with a bowl of fruit on his head. Annoyingly, he looked as though he'd just been for a stroll in the park.
It was great to see you, Poacher. I couldn't make it to Chandos, as my friends had arranged to meet in a pub on the other side of the park. In any case, I don't really deserve to mix with the folk on this thread. In fact, I'm not fit to lace your drinks.
3:53 might sound dreadful. Well let's not be coy, it is rather dreadful. But it was only about a 5 minute positive split. So at least it was uniformly dreadful from start to finish. It seems a five week training schedule doesn't really work. Who knew?
I'm liking the sound of Slokey's 25 miles per week. How many runs did that comprise and what was your average long run each week? Ridiculously impressive marathon result on the strength of that.
Nothing to worry about here. Four full days until London, so plenty of time to complete the recommended five 20 milers and also to shift the half a stone of excess lard.
Meanwhile, gentlemen, if you're spreading Ibuprofen gel or Deep Heat ointment onto an injured groin, then please be careful with your spreading motion. Ibuprofen on your testicles will smart a bit and make your eyes water. But Deep Heat on your testicles is a whole other world of pain, requiring ice baths and tearful phone calls to the emergency services.
Minni - I'll look out for you at mile 22 and will be grateful for any provisions you're able to offer. But keep the Deep Heat to yourself, okay?
Deep joy. I'm so glad I looked in here again. Never mind the great marathons and reports from Moof, Jools, MsE et all, it was worth the visit just to hear about Birch's gym invite. Seated aerobics indeed.
And how about that Irishman? From racing in his wife's knickers, to sharing walnuts with innocent bystanders, to representing his country. What a hoot.
Gul - How about 17 laps of the Cyclopark for the Kent Roadrunner marathon on 30th May?