So after recovery from my NYC Half, the plan was to hit the ground with both feet running.  Get  right back to 50K training.  Recover went well and I was just about to get into the swing of things.   I knew what needed to be done and planned on doing it.   To the point that I knew that I wouldn’t be able to run my cut-down on Easter Sunday, so I wisely thought I would do it Saturday night.

I put all my blink on and was ready to go.    If only walking wasn’t so hard.   Before I even got to the end of my street, I twisted my ankle..    I twisted it good.   I thought this was one of those where you land wrong and just need to work it out.   So I went with it.   First mile I could still feel it.   Thought well maybe I just need to work it out a little more.   Second mile I was pushing the pace for my cut-down.   I was on target.    Then I picked it up slightly after the second mile and before I got to mile 3, I was swearing up a storm.   My ankle/foot was killing me.   This is when I realized that I should have turned around and gone back inside before my run even started.  It hurt so bad, I entertained the thought of calling my hubby to come pick me up.  I  didn’t want to get the look though.    You know the look like “well why are you running in the dark anyway?”    So I decided it wasn’t too bad and I slowed the pace down and worked my way home.

By the time I got home and showered, my ankle/foot was swollen.   A friend who saw my picture said it looked angry.   It certainly was behaving that way.    I had only hoped that running 5 miles on it didn’t make it worse.    And knowing how good veggies are for the body, I thought it prudent to put some on my foot before bed.

Easter Morning comes and although less angry, it hurts more to walk on it.   Luckily I have an ace bandage that I put on it and plan on taking it as easy as possible.  Rest.  Ice. Heat.  I was also very thankful that I wasn’t hosting Easter dinner.   At my Mom’s I was questioned more than once about my running and my ankle.  It was pointed out that if I had a problem walking maybe I shouldn’t be running.  GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Anyway I am nearing the end of day two.   The ankle is still tender, but when I woke up this morning it felt so much better.   I was able to walk normally.   I still put the bandage on and rested it as much as I could which wasn’t a lot.  By the end of the day, I was ready to put my feet up as it was painful.   I tried jogging a few feet in my living room to test it out.   That was an emphatic NO GO.

So more rest.   Per my coach I am going to try to get some swimming in but no pushing off the walls and just dragging my feet.   More for the aerobic factor of it.  Maybe a little mental too.

All I know is this is NOT how I envisioned hitting the ground with both feet for my 50K training.   Although I know that I’ve already been in training doing several looong runs.   Today was supposed to be my second 18 miler which obviously didn’t happen.   I just know though that I need to go slow because the last thing I want to do is make it worse especially as I get further into my training.

I’m thinking by the end of the week, I will be ok to run.   One day at a time.  I just don’t like this at all.   Not one bit.