~annejuliet
well, it happened. a huge fear of mine.
injury.
no idea how either. i don’t think it’s over use, but it could be. my ankle is swollen, tender to the touch and i can’t go on my tip toes. dr. google says its either tendinitis or a stress fracture (ugh, that’s about the most annoying injury ever. EVER). tendinitis is likely the case. i’m prone to it. both mean rest and ice. ice, ice ice. i always ice. fuck you, ice. rest, not likely. i know i SHOULD. i know that its a rookie mistake NOT to listen to my body and that i’m risking real injury by not stopping. but i can’t imagine stopping. to be honest, i can walk and run with no pain. but its scary bc i don’t know what damage i’m doing to it when i walk/run. part of me even thinks its from walking around on all the uneven surfaces (snow and ice) in my boots.
i knew the injury was there sunday when i set out for 10, but like i said, it didn’t hurt to run. but, sunday night is when the swelling got much more out of control. i took yesterday off. swelling is down. ish. i can barely see the ankle bone still. no bruising.
weird.
i have 5 on the calendar for tonight, but i think i’ll miss thursday for book club, so i’m tempted to not only run (like an idiot) but add at least 1-2 miles to that.
stupid? yes.
i’m still undecided. i’m just having so much fun. and i think i can actually hit my goal time, but not if i slow down NOW. but worse would be further injuring myself to the point that i can’t run at all. that would be SOOOO disappointing. i mean, the thought of that now, at this point, already makes my eyes sting.
frustrated in dc,
annejuliet
UPDATE: it’s almost 7. i am dressed and ready to go. but my ankle is still the same size. that is to say, it’s huge. i ran a half block on my way home to see how it felt. it doesn’t hurt AT ALL when i run. i can tell there is something wrong when i walk. i feel really defeated, but i’m skipping today. i think i’m going to do just fine in the race, but i really just like to stick to the plan! i felt such progress and i fear slowing that. plus, (OMG!) i have really grown to value my time on the road lately. i really really love to get out there. but, it’s simply not wise. i’m doing what i would tell anyone else to do - listening to my body and resting. and feeling shitty about it. tomorrow’s a new day.
UPDATE 2: minor freakout over. it’s a new day. the end of the world did not in fact come. inspiration, however, has. in it’s own way.
