Right. So the stress fracture thing. It's still haunting me. Last week I was up to 14 minutes of running and although the physio told me to keep my speed down (8k per hour!) while I was recovering, I (unwisely) decided to ignore him and set the treadmill to 10.4k.
My thinking was that because I was running such a short distance and breaking up each two-minute run with a minute of walking, it would be fine to keep the pace up. Wrong.
I didn't notice the discomfort until after I'd finished. Like a slow-heating kettle, it gradually flared-up. And the following day I could definitely feel it when walking. Argh. I took a few days break from running and then – completely unsure whether I was doing the right thing – I jumped (i.e. gingerly stepped) on the treadmill. This time, I set it to 8k.
8k. Ok, it's not very fast but it's better than nothing and it seems to be the answer. I've done two runs now at that speed and my fractious fibula has been ok. Tonight I'll be attempting a 20 minute run. *knocks on wood, holds breath, crosses fingers*
So, the moral of this tale? LISTEN TO YOUR PHYSIO. Also, slow and steady wins the race. I know I've said it before but I need to say it again. And again. And Dave, our tortoise, is here to remind me.