Ouch. Three weeks of relative inactivity came back to bite me on the bum last night when I returned to rugby training.
Although I did get out on the roads a few times on holiday (once for over 40 minutes - but only because I managed to get lost), nothing had prepared me for the full contact session we had last night. After 15 minutes or so of touch we split into 2 teams of about 10 (yep, great turn out, and we were augmented by a few lads from the under 16s!) and played a full half hour of full contact stuff from a series of lineouts, unopposed scrums and re-starts.
Energy sapping stuff and a bit harum-scarum in terms of patterns of play. The breakdown, in particular, was a bit of a shambles and I was pretty disappointed with my contribution in that area. Not only did my lack of fitness mean that I struggled to get there, when I did so I was way too tentative. It was this passivity (which I can't really explain) which led to me hesitating at the back of one ruck and being clobbered, rupturing the knuckle joint on my left little finger. It may only be a little finger but it was bloody painful (reminding me of when I badly dislocated the same finger about 15 years ago) and this morning it's sore and swollen despite copious amounts of ice and ibuprofen gel.
So, a sore finger, sore back/hip (usual story) and also a shooting pain in my left heel (something I've been suffering with post-exercise all summer) are leaving me feeling a bit sorry for myself this morning. First Vets' game of the season is exactly one month away and I guess that has to be my target - although at the rate I'm going perhaps non-contact training is the way forward?