It was great to go for an easy paced 5 Km run today. Though a wintery sun struggled to penetrate the clouds and fine droplets of rain hung in the air, a variegated pattern of russet, brown and gold carpeted the woodland floor. In places the vivid brown of beech leaves dominated, elsewhere it was the dull brown of oak or the brilliant gold of maple. Under the stand of larch, a shower of fresh yellow needles added to the deep pile that has accumulated over the years creating my favourite running surface.
In light of my recent calf troubles, I ran with small steps, focusing on lifting my foot from the ground rather than actively pushing off to initiate each airborne phase. There was a scarcely perceptible ache in my right calf, concentrated in the vicinity of the muscle tissue damaged by the vicious nocturnal cramp I had suffered recently, in the week following a mild tear of my right soleus muscle arising for an injudicious increase training intensity a month ago. It appears that my lingering troubles are more closely related to the nocturnal cramp than the original injury. It is difficult to know whether the two events were even related. The primary precipitant for the nocturnal cramp was apparently dehydration, and the cramp affected both legs simultaneously. However, it is possible that irritability of the previously injured muscle contributed to greater damage on the right. Whatever the cause, it is clear that I must take things easily in the next few weeks, but I am happy to be running again.