Except it’s really not true.A few days on the injury couch having impressed the Olympic diving judges with my tucked, pike dismount from the shower tray, no running at all in fact.
Saturday, I tried a jogette around the house – mmm back still very twingey, so I thought I should check out the advice again on what to do in case of injury and it turns out there’s a very useful mnemonic.
RICE = Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation
Taking them one by one
Rest – we have 10 Londoners with us for Mr JCR’s cycling club twinning event, five of whom are staying at our house (from the day after I did my muscle pull until Monday evening – yesterday). That is the Rest element well and truly off the agenda.
Ice – it’s cooler here now and I am a lizard by temperature preference, so the thought of sellotaping a bag of frozen peas to my back seems very unappealing. Oh and the peas are already in use, as one of the cyclists did her knee in. Ice quite clearly not happening.
Compression- not entirely sure how to compress a back, got some very interesting answers from Dr Google, all of which seemed to require me to perform positions only seen in gymnastic competitions and Ann Summers gear. Compression off the list then…
Elevation – now that seemed to involve taking my back off the ground, well it normally is off the ground, and a second Dr Google search seemed to involve trapezes.
Having decided the official RICE advice wasn’t for me, I created my own RICE.
R = Ra ra Rasputin, Lover of the Russian Queen – this song is particularly good for dancing with a host of 10 London cyclists and their Italian hosts. Truthfully not one twinge did I feel whilst dancing to this, well I did feel more than a twinge of embarrassment at dancing to it and knowing the words.
I = Inglesi and Italiani insieme. Spending 6 hours on a Saturday night through to Sunday morning, dancing, laughing and drinking with a lovely bunch of people. This seemed to be the perfect pick me up.
C = Cool (Daddy Cool) – Boney M’s classic hit, yet another reason to hit the dance-floor, throwing some shapes…, followed by a rather nifty rendition of YMCA and Barry White’s ‘You’re My First, My Last, My Everything”. I think you get the drift of the evening.
E = Early to Bed. 2am is early!
I do not think Sports Scientists will be adopting the JCR RICE method, but it worked for me.
Sunday, I went for a run/walk – thinking in the spirit of ingliano and making up words, it is a wun. An entirely new route, so I am sure you are all waiting in bated breath for the new street names… New route included barking beagle hill, laundry lane, road to nowhere and prune way. As is my wont, I messed up the technology again and at one stage did a rather superb sub 3minutes kilometre split. Mo Farah I’m after you!
All in all about a 9km outing and I reckon I ran about 6/7 kms, which means I can start running again, properly. Next outing maybe Wednesday afternoon…
Disco 2000 – Pulp
Just Can’t Get Enough – Depeche Mode
Save a Prayer – Duran Duran
Rumour Has It – Adele
Scooby Snacks – Fun Lovin’ Criminals
Locomotion – OMD
Help Me Rhonda – Beach Boys
Hungry Heart – The Boss
Mercy – Duffy
Lose Yourself – Eminem
Crazy in Love – Beyonce
I Try – Macy Gray
Strong – London Grammar
See You – Depeche Mode
When Doves Cry – Prince and The Revolution
Cake By The Ocean – DNCE
Don’t Stop Til You Get Enough – Michael Jackson
Sign Your Name – Terence Trent D’Arby
People Are People – Depeche Mode
Upside Down – Paloma Faith
Na Na Na Na Naa – Kaiser Chiefs
I Won’t Let The Sun Go Down On Me – Nik Kershaw
China Girl – David Bowie
Andy, You’re a Star – The Killers
Is Vic There? – Department S
By The Way – Red Hot Chilis
*To be taken with a big pinch of salt only…..
Distance 8.25km (but Map My Run was stalled for at least 1km)
Time 1hr 23 mins (included 2 chats with friends….and yes I forgot to pause MMR)
Pace 10.03 mins/km
Best kilometre 2 mins 14 seconds….