I’m doing six weeks without running or similar plyometric activity. Hoping my Achilles will return the favour by regenerating completely. It’s been about 10 days, and I’m enjoying being able to walk normally from my bed to the toilet in the morning. It’s a fucking miracle. But as of today I’m starting to think the psychological impact of not going out to run is becoming apparent, because (in a quiet and internalised way) I’ve felt like smashing objects and faces all day.
I’m doing six weeks without running or similar plyometric activity. Hoping my Achilles will return the favour by regenerating completely. It’s been about 10 days, and I’m enjoying being able to walk normally from my bed to the toilet in the morning. It’s a fucking miracle. But as of today I’m starting to think the psychological impact of not going out to run is becoming apparent, because (in a quiet and internalised way) I’ve felt like smashing objects and faces all day.