As mentioned, my first attempt at a Boston Qualifying Flying Pig was in 2018. That attempt ended week 10 with a nasty and relentless stabbing pain on the outside of my left calf and foot. When this first came on, I ignored it for a while. Then, when I few days later I found myself limping trying to walk to my kid’s school bus stop, I realised my body was trying to tell me something.


I sincerely wanted to tell my body to “do one and get the *&&%” over it and quick.” I also wanted to cry. *I did cry, A LOT.

My coach friend told me not to panic, it sounded like tendons and that could be sorted with a couple of days rest. This would also not affect my training.

Cut forward 6 weeks, having been MRI’d , booted, x-rayed, ultra-sounded, physical “therapied”, all layered with a general feeling of loss, I find myself on the side lines of the Flying Pig cheering on my friends.


Shortly after this, I did start to run again, slowly, low mileage. A month later the pain was pretty much gone. A few months after this, the Achilles tendon started to niggle.

All this I put down to my failure to truly honour recovery runs. I’d got faster and got over excited. I had listened to my coach (always!) but sort of defied him, thinking I was clever.   I now see 2018 as my running equivalent of “the difficult second album”. If I want to come back with this BQ in 2019, I need to listen.

So, since my last race (the fast half in October), I’ve been doing and will be doing the following:

  1. Running most of my runs at easy/recovery pace
  2. Seeing a chiropractor for deep tissue massage, cupping, realignment and ultrasound
  3. Going for a new shoe fitting
  4. Stretching before and after runs (yeah sorry, this is new)
  5. Foam rolling


So, if this Pig is going to fly, it’s as ready as it will ever be.