The one where something takes a bite out of me
After a few weeks off I joined the work running club for a Thursday night trek around Shawbury.
It started well, I was keeping up (just), and we had a steady pace going … steady for me, slow for the others! We tried a new route through the village and up the country lanes. It was warm but I was enjoying the company and the scenery.
Just as we were heading back and getting close to the office I felt a small nip on the back of my leg. As always it went a bit red and raised, but, as always happens when I get bitten, I thought it would go away after a couple of days.
But it didn’t … it just got worse to the point it had spread all over my thigh, up to my tummy and was purple, hard and swollen.
Annoyingly we were off on our first ever family camping trip (something that had taken me about a year to persuade my hubby to do) and we had to cut it a day short. The hubby was insistent we went home (it probably gave him an excuse to avoid a second night) and I rest it.
After a trip to the doctors, I am now on antibiotics and antihistamines. Five days later, its still red, still sore but the swelling is going down. I haven’t run since Thursday but I am planning my first 10 miler tonight. I hope the leg holds out or the half marathon is a no go!