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.
Give yourself time and rush the healing process. Get better soon and your running meme nailed it.