My next blog post was supposed to be an update on my training for the Tallinn Marathon in September. Or it was supposed to be an announcement on my big target for next year.
Unfortunately, both of those things are now on hold. I’m hopeful of next year’s goal, but I don’t want to announce it until I’m sure I can work for it.
Yep. I’m on the injury bench and I am more than a little bit frustrated about it.
I have been struggling a bit in this hot weather to run, so on Saturday I’d arranged to go for a run and then a drink with Laura. We had a good catch up along the canal, finishing up through King’s Park when I somehow managed to trip and go flying as we ran down a slope. I’m not entirely sure what happened, just that my right ankle turned, I dropped my water bottle and was carried down by gravity, hearing a concerning crunch from my ankle as I went. I have no idea how I managed to stay up right and I came to a stop, holding myself up against a tree. I sat down and felt dizzy, I honestly thought I was going to throw up and my immediate concern was that I’d broken my ankle.
Laura came running and loosened my shoes for me. I managed to wriggle my toes once the initial shock had worn off and decided that although it hurt, it was probably just a wrench or a twist. With that in mind, I managed to limp with Laura to Spencers in Retford for a recovery drink where we continued our lovely catch up and I waited for Jimmy to come and collect me.
By the time I was home, my ankle was starting to throb and I asked Jimmy to help me take my shoe and sock off for me. I yelped as he peeled back my sock and he looked slightly alarmed. “Your ankle isn’t the right shape.” We deduced that my compression sock was holding my ankle together and as I could no longer weight-bear and I had a tennis ball sticking out the side, we decided that a trip to A&E was in order.
Bassetlaw A&E, you are WONDERFUL. The staff were so efficient and friendly, we even managed to have a giggle about it all. Thank you. The triage nurse looked and described my ankle as almost certainly broken. The doctor looked and said he was going to send me to x-ray to confirm the exact location of the break, but that it was probably broken.
However, much to the shock of the lovely doctor, the x-ray came back clear. I was sent off with crutches, pain relief and told that it could be a long recovery and to go back Tuesday if the swelling and pain hadn’t gone down. My marathon in September is now off the cards.
So here I am, lying with my foot elevated, feeling a bit frustrated. Injuries happen. Far worse things happen in life. But it’s hard not to feel frustrated when you suffer a setback. Running was going okay, albeit that I was finding it tough in the heat. I was getting back into bowling and just got new equipment and that was going well.
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I had to think about posting this one! I'm only just back into bowling so I'm watching this video from last week going "ugh, everything is wrong and there is so much to fix." But then I decided to share as I am just back after a couple of years out, so things will feel and be wrong. Now I've got the fun (and it IS fun) of working on my game, removing the flaws and getting back into it. Aside, these yoga leggings from @DecathlonUK are insanely comfortable to bowl in. For those who care, I'm throwing a Hammer Rip'd Solid.
Any tips for a frustrated runner?