Well at long last I got to see the Groin Surgeon last Wednesday. I’ve known since June who I needed to see but it’s taken until now to get to see him and I only got to see him because I went private in the end.
The appointment went well. As I walked into his office he got out of his chair walked over to me, shook my hand and greeted me. Good start!
The appointment went well. As I walked into his office he got out of his chair walked over to me, shook my hand and greeted me. Good start!
I explained my symptoms and what flares it up, this was followed up with an examination. The examination was a case of drop your trousers, finger up the Inguinal canal and cough. I hit the roof! No one should have to have that done, really not pleasant. The Doctor said, right, we’ll just check the other side too, I said “no its ok, you don’t need to try that one, that one is fine”. He checked anyway, and it was ok.
The Doctor confirmed that I have a Sports Hernia, he said that he would try and see me as soon as possible, he was hopeful that he could see me before the end of the month, but I won’t be holding my breath.
The day before the appointment I wanted to inflame the Hernia so I went and did a session with Clare. I didn’t feel too bad, I was very uncomfortable but I could live with it. I started thinking, perhaps I could manage a couple of runs like this a week, however I spent the next 5 days in a lot of pain, so really not worth it. Running at a comfortable pace, but not really working too hard and suffering afterwards or stick to the cycling, working hard and keeping fit, a no brainer. But it did feel good to run again.
I’ve been cycling to and from work every day for the last few weeks, this week we’ve had some nice mornings, so I’ve been doing a few extra miles. I love cycling on the cold crisp mornings, but hell does it hurt!
I usually get to work in agony, I have plenty of layers on, so my hands and body aren’t too bad but my feet really hurt, in fact I’ve been getting chilblains. I get into work, hobble over to the seat and sit there rubbing my feet, trying to warm them up.
This is a busy time for us at work, all the students are back in Durham and it seems like they all need sport kit, so it’s been flat out and until today I haven’t had a day off for 2 weeks. I had a bit of a lie in (8 o clock), then popped into Durham to do a couple of jobs, we even treated ourselves to some carrot cake and coffee from Vennels (well worth a visit). After our huge wedge of cake we headed back home.
This afternoon I had a cracking bike ride, I think after my easy morning, fueled by carrot cake and riding without a work bag on my back all helped.
I rode 23 mile around where I live averaging 18 mile per hour and took in some serious hills.
The Doctor confirmed that I have a Sports Hernia, he said that he would try and see me as soon as possible, he was hopeful that he could see me before the end of the month, but I won’t be holding my breath.
The day before the appointment I wanted to inflame the Hernia so I went and did a session with Clare. I didn’t feel too bad, I was very uncomfortable but I could live with it. I started thinking, perhaps I could manage a couple of runs like this a week, however I spent the next 5 days in a lot of pain, so really not worth it. Running at a comfortable pace, but not really working too hard and suffering afterwards or stick to the cycling, working hard and keeping fit, a no brainer. But it did feel good to run again.
I’ve been cycling to and from work every day for the last few weeks, this week we’ve had some nice mornings, so I’ve been doing a few extra miles. I love cycling on the cold crisp mornings, but hell does it hurt!
I usually get to work in agony, I have plenty of layers on, so my hands and body aren’t too bad but my feet really hurt, in fact I’ve been getting chilblains. I get into work, hobble over to the seat and sit there rubbing my feet, trying to warm them up.
This is a busy time for us at work, all the students are back in Durham and it seems like they all need sport kit, so it’s been flat out and until today I haven’t had a day off for 2 weeks. I had a bit of a lie in (8 o clock), then popped into Durham to do a couple of jobs, we even treated ourselves to some carrot cake and coffee from Vennels (well worth a visit). After our huge wedge of cake we headed back home.
This afternoon I had a cracking bike ride, I think after my easy morning, fueled by carrot cake and riding without a work bag on my back all helped.
I rode 23 mile around where I live averaging 18 mile per hour and took in some serious hills.
I felt good and rode what felt like a comfortable pace. I use Strava to map and measure my rides, Strava tells you how, far, fast, high and long you are on the road. It also ranks you on a hillclimb leader board.
While on the road you can’t tell which hills are timed so I end up hitting them all hard just in case it is; so no easy tootles up the hills for me today and it paid off with 5 King of the Mountain titles.
While on the road you can’t tell which hills are timed so I end up hitting them all hard just in case it is; so no easy tootles up the hills for me today and it paid off with 5 King of the Mountain titles.
While I was tearing around East Durham Clare was doing a 10 mile run. As a warm down I cycled the opposite way around her run, we met up and I cycled along side her for a few miles then shot off to put the kettle on.
I’m really enjoying my cycling at the moment and could easily get carried away with it, but I have to keep reminding myself that I’m training to be a runner not a cyclist. So to do this I’m keeping the mileage low, speed up, spinning fast and working hard on the hills. I’m avoiding long rides and concentrating on working my heart and lungs on the hills and keeping the speed in my legs by spinning the descents (I never free wheel), there’s no freewheeling when you run!
So my cycling is improving and I’ve eventually made a step forward on the road to recovery, Progress!!
So my cycling is improving and I’ve eventually made a step forward on the road to recovery, Progress!!