09/06/2026
21km at Lake Manchester last month was such a special event. A fantastic way to celebrate women in sport and encourage more female participation in trail running 💜
The reality for me, though, is that I haven’t run since this race.
I’d been running through pain for a few weeks leading into the event, and this race ultimately tipped my body over the edge (I may have pushed a little too hard near the end for the 🥇) I reached a point where I could barely put weight through my left side, and scans have since confirmed a bone stress injury in my sacrum and pelvis.
Unfortunately, that meant missing one of my absolute favourites, Backyard Ultra, and I won’t be making it to the start line of my A-race, , in July 😭
Surprisingly, I’m at peace with it. Deep down, I think I knew I was doing too much. While I was still loving my time on the trails, I’d stopped enjoying running in general.
One of the biggest lessons I’m taking from this is that our bodies are usually pretty good at telling us when something isn’t right. Mine had been giving me warning signs for weeks, but I kept pushing through. If you don’t listen when your body whispers that it needs rest, eventually it will shout. And if you still don’t listen, it will force you to stop. That’s exactly where I’ve found myself.
It’s also been a reminder that training doesn’t happen in isolation. Work has been busy, I’ve been moving apartments, juggling dance mum life, and trying to keep all the plates spinning. While I wouldn’t change any of it, it all adds to the overall load on the body and mind. The funny thing is, despite the challenges, I genuinely love my life and feel incredibly grateful for it. This experience has just reminded me that sometimes even the things we love require us to slow down and take better care of ourselves.
That said, there’s always a silver lining✨
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