It’s been over a week now since I hurtled to the trail in the woods courtesy of those blooming tree roots, resulting in one very badly sprained ankle. Thursday 21st March will be etched in my mind for a while yet.
Thursday was a bit of blur: a combination of shock, adrenaline and codeine. Trying to work out how I get coffee from the kitchen to sofa while on crutches is not great on codeine brain. Friday was reality hitting. Ouch. Ankle blooming hurt, swolen like an elephant’s foot and the reality dawning of being unable to run the ultra on 6 April. I confess, I may have had a little cry.
On the Saturday morning, I was on front of house duty at Accelerate’s Big Running weekend, with the propped and elevated (and lots of fuss, thanks for caring guys). Weirdly it was awesome being involved and even though I wasnt running, it was infectious being around all the positive vibes. People take the **** out of us runners, but we rock. Positive, energetic, eager to learn and happy.
With this setback (small understatement), it would be really easy to get down in the dumps. The times I’ve heard, “you must be gutted, all that training…”. Yep!
This is where I give thanks to Chumbawumba. “I get knocked down, but I get up again, ain’t nothing gonna keep me down”. This keeps swirling through my head.
As I see it, nothing is wasted. The training was going great and my fitness was ace. It can be again. This obviously wasnt my moment to shine, but there will be other opportunities. I’ve thought about it a lot. It’s time to be positive. Take the mental strength I’ve developed through that training and put 100% effort into rehab and getting back, to focusing on new goals.
So, I’ve joined a gym…argh! Only a month pass, I can handle that, especially knowing its building strength, building cardio and keeping my mind happy I’m training. I even went on the dreaded rowing machine!
I’m absolutely chuffed to report I’m doing great. My ankle is repairing like some sort of bionic woman. I did parkrun Saturday 30th, 9 days after. Admittedly 36.31, but I blinking well ran/ walked it. I listed to my ankle and took it steady. The tough bit now is control. Important not to race off, get carried away and hinder the recovery.
Watch this space. She’s coming back!
Ralph the much loved moggy helping the recovery process