Tokyo Marathon

Went to a lair entertainingly called the “Thanks Clinic” in Shibuya to get my knee investigated. Doctor-san pushed and prodded, stretched and poked. I stopped him and asked him to look at my knee. He did so. An x-ray followed. It didn’t look good.
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Another one followed of my knee. I was then massaged, studiously, before proceding onto a machine with electrodes and dials impressively called “Differential Current Therapy”. I sat down.

10 minutes later I was lightly singed but otherwise unharmed, and the doctor was ready with his latest x-ray accompanied by his expert opinion. Patellar Tendinopathy, otherwise know as Jumper’s Knee

Cause: running too much ( and to think I paid for this investigation .. )

Cure : Stop running

I asked for how long .. depends. 3 weeks minimum. Perfect. Thanks, clinic.

2007 already and the darn “.. days to go” thing on the right is relentless ( and possibly wrong – hopeless at PHP ). Tried my first run after the disastrous 2km effort prior to Mr Norovirus’s visit at Marshall Mansions… Read the rest of this entry »

Ahh yes, the classic Chandler ( Bing, not Raymond ) refrain.

• Exhibit a.) Tried to run home on Friday. Made it about 2Km and then my right knee gave up. Could not walk. Excruciating. Trust me, a serial universe of woe would have been a respite
• Exhibit b.) Worked on Saturday, and afterwards came down with easily the worst headache ever experienced by me, man, woman, child, alien or CGI-head in an Aspirin commercial.
• Exhibit c.) Kid vomited on me whilst being called on Sunday by work.
• Exhibit d.) Contracted a norovirus, otherwise known as gastroenteritus, from previously mentioned kid.
• Exhibit e.) Other kid plus wife contracted the same. Apartment sounds and smells like a Victorian plague-ship.

So, hoping this is as bad as it gets, but watch this space for more thrilling misery updates.

Your friendly neighborhood norovirus. Get one, and develop a deeper relationship with your porcelain. Click for resume.

Marathons are one of the great mysteries of the universe, along with Swiss cheese, cats’ ability to land on their feet, and the number 42. The idea of a marathon totally defies Epicurean law, as it requires a person to push themselves beyond comfort, reason, and ultimately, sanity. The final stages of insanity are truly reached when, after competing a marathon, the poor crazed victim, now under the illusion that it wasn’t so bad, begins to train for another.

From the authoritive guide to human knowledge

Ran (almost) twice around the Palace last night, accompanied by Joe, Joseph, Sidh and Fujiwara-san and then I peeled off towards the end to run home to Shibuya, about another 5Km.

Discovered a whole new world of excruciating knee pain, tried to run through it, didnt help, broke on through to a parallel universe ( universes are seldom serial .. ) of agony and continued onward past galaxies of hurt, eventually spiralling into a black hole of physical impairment and sensory singularity.

Great.

Been a long while .. so :

Monday 7.5Km ( ran home )
Tuesday 5Km
Sunday 15Km in two sessions ( ran to work, ran home )
Weight : 69Kg ( going up… )

Reading Joe Kelly’s copy of Dean Karnazes book of ultramarathon running. Insane but positive stuff.

Hence Positovometer : 9