I have been pretty off my game here lately. I haven’t been posting – mostly because all of my “running related” thoughts are really bum-tastic for me. About two weeks ago, my husband and I went to the emergency room because I had some pretty bad ankle pain. The day before I had laced up for the first time post-Volition Half Marathon. Within a mile, I was miserable. Driving home was horrible and Wes had to help me walk upstairs when I got home. I decided to let it rest for a day before I went to the doctor, but ended up feeling so bad I needed to go to the ER after the next work shift.
Sitting in the ER, I was miserable at the thought of being sidelined during training. Up until that point, I had been feeling wonderful in my training. Most of my runs were fabulous and I was feeling great with my training. The half went well (other than the sock issue!) and I was looking forward to getting through the upcoming training weeks. I was also horrified at the thought that I was losing out on one of my major stress relievers – even if only for a short time!
When the doctor told me that I had probably suffered a sprain and would need to be off of my ankle for up to 6 weeks, I was really bummed out. I listened to the doctor (for the most part) and stayed off of my foot for a couple of weeks. I rested, I iced, I elevated, and I compressed. I dutifully took my prescribed meds and I dutifully stayed away from running (although it about drove me crazy!).
Last Saturday after work, I laced up for the first time in almost two weeks. I put feet to pavement and I gloried in the feeling of running. I loved how it felt pumping my legs and arms as I soared across the pavement. I loved how my stress just seemed to melt away. My heart pounded and I could feel the blood rushing underneath my skin. I really felt alive. I felt like me!
The days post-first-amazing-run-back… well, lets say I hobbled around for a bit. My calves were on fire. They yelled at me, “Whoa! You haven’t really used us… what are you doing?!?!” But it was a happy soreness, if that can make any sense. It wasn’t a debilitating painful feeling… it was a glorious “you used your muscles for what you love” soreness. I ran again yesterday morning and while my ankle did have a twinge of pain, it didn’t feel anywhere near as bad as it did before.
And so… without further ado… I plan on returning to my training with haste. I plan on doing an easy 13,1 miles for the Sub30 Club Virtual Runner’s World Half Marathon this weekend to launch myself back into it. For those of you that worry… yes, I will most certainly slow it down and/or stop if necessary.