Last month I devised and wrote about my latest scheme – I planned to run 5k every day. I stuck to the plan for a week and a half, running 5k some days, not at all on others and up to 15k to make up for missed days. But just as I was getting into the swing of it, rugby struck.

Two weeks ago I was half-carried off the pitch in the last two minutes of a game in Dorchester with a poorly leg/foot. I’m not sure what happened but my boot ended up a few metres away from me; ironically, the week before I’d teased a friend about being so silly as to wear his rugby boots so loose that they could come off mid-game. So under sod’s law I suppose it was my fault, but I offloaded the ball as I went down and the winger scored a try so it wasn’t in vain. (We won 68-0 FYI, I’m glad you asked.)

This means that I haven’t been running for two weeks. Our lovely physio thinks that I’ve ruptured a tendon , which isn’t too bad as apparently I have enough other bits of leg to compensate for it.  It bruised up pretty nicely, my big toenails finally came off (post-August ultramarathon..!) and my right foot isn’t quite right still, but it was strapped up tight and back on the pitch a week later so I think I’ll live.

That’s the problem with rugby… sometimes it messes up other plans, which – for a restless-to-the-point-of-twitchy person like me –  is frustrating at best and heartbreaking at worst.

I’ll try and restart my daily 5k plans from this week, foot-dependent, and get back in the gym… I’ve been terrible lately, and I’ve really noticed my overall mood/motivation dip as a result. I’ll also try and get back on top of my blog, career plans and life in general – wish me [a lot of] luck.

Endnote: this was the last (touch wood, fingers crossed, repent all sins) of a three-game injury streak for me – the game before  I was apparently knocked out, and the game before that I’m 95% certain I cracked a rib. Despite last week’s game being more physical than the others, I came off relatively unscathed… #problemswithrugbyaddiction