Running 10k; just about

Standard

On Monday, I took part in the London Legal Walk. Normally, this is a stroll through the London parks but this year the walk was held on a loop running along the Embankment and the South Bank. I ran with two other barristers, Catherine, a civil specialist, and Peter, a 5-time marathon runner and the ex-convenor of the Bar marathoner’s team Rumpole’s Runners (approved, I am informed, by the late great John Mortimer himself).

I found the running heavy going: it was a week since I had last run (and then I only managed a mile) and 17 days since I had last torn my Achilles tendon. The pavements were busy with walkers, 6000 of whom were doing the walk with us, as well as pedestrians returning home from work. I found myself constantly darting left or right to make my way through the crowd. This repeated lateral movement constantly aggravated my tendon which was sore within a coupe of hundred metres of starting and got worse.

I felt as if my body was composed of two circuits, one (heart and lungs) affronted by the slow speed at which I was running, the other (my lower left leg) screaming to stop.

That said, the route itself was very agreeable. We were near the Thames for most of the distance, and there was a particular moment when we crossed from the North to the South bank, the sun high overhead, and with a breeze straight in our faces. The cooling wind seemed to have been privately commissioned for us, like a nice bespoke suit. I saw friends from Islington and Hackney law centres.

Together with Peter and Catherine, I was able to sustain a steady 10 minute per mile pace. We were even able to talk as we ran. Soon, and not soon enough for my sore achilles, we were back on Fleet Street and bounding along the last stretch of road to the Law Society.

Back in chambers, I did my best to fill myself with all the miracle cures that come recommended by sports physiotherapists, vitamin c, cherry juice, fish oil. I even managed to improvise an ice bath of sorts by running liquid from our water cooler into an empty metal bin. The next day, my leg was desperately sore, and I found myself sliding-hopping to work, bending with my right leg, and pulling the left across the ground behind me.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s