My physio is pleased with the progress I am making. I have tried to push him a bit about when can I run, or when shall I defer my place in the marathon.
Simple answer- next week.
I have a timetable of things to do this week- stretches, strengthening exercises, turbo training and riding- and then- next Monday- I can have a trial run. A 5-minute walk to warm up and then a 30-minute normal effort to test the hip.
I am already nervous/ excited! I am back to see him next Tuesday and we will see how I go and make a decision then. I have not run (other than a rubbish 2 miles) for over 2 weeks; my longest run is still 14 miles, and I have not successfully run over 13 miles in one go for over a month.
However, the dream is still there and alive. Once again, I am surprised and bewildered that I am not having trouble with my heart- like I thought I would at the start- it is the rest of me that is falling to pieces. If he says to me ‘No!’ then no it is, and I will defer my place to next year- although I want to do this, I also want to walk afterwards.
It is still on the cards, though. There is a small slip of light creeping through the doorway- a glimmer that maybe, just maybe, I can go and have my own carnival around London. Yes, I may walk, and yes, the running I will do will be slow, but it will be me and honest and alive- something I never, ever thought I would do when I first had heart troubles.
Lets do this!