Hold On

Finally, some light at the end of a long tunnel - okay, well a 4 1/2 week tunnel. That's when I quite out of the blue injured myself on my long run. Just running along at km 7 when I felt a little nip in my left ankle bone. You know, the kind of thing you feel like you can just shake off. A few steps more, and I felt a bit of tension just above the bone, again, feeling like I could just wiggle my ankle and brush it off. Three or four more steps and I stopped. Ah, just push through it, that was my first thought. And walked a bit. Nope. And with extreme heaviness I realized that something was really wrong here. I called my husband - come pick me up.

Stress fracture. What the heck? How did that happen?

Disappointment doesn't come close to how I felt. It was something deeper. Maybe it was shock. I don't know. I only knew that this was going to be a problem for me. Not to run. When I only just got it back?

6 weeks. That was the prognosis as I returned to the PT with the x-ray. I thought back then that I would never get through all the weeks. It was not a supporting bone, so while I could technically walk, I couldn't have anything touch the ankle bone or turn my ankle in any way to stretch the ligaments. Ouch. Then came the sympathy pain. It seems that the rest of the ligaments in my ankle and lower leg decided to get in on the action. Not amused.

But here I am now. With the go ahead to exercise the ankle and do some treadmill walking. NOT speed walking, just walking. That and some rehab work. And if truth be told - the rest has really helped to heal my ankle and the walking and exercises are showing me an improvement everyday.

While my PT is not God, she does forecast that I should be able to jump on the trampoline next week, and after that, well maybe some very light jogging.

I almost feel like I did when the HM was approaching and I would get nervous and anxious about the race. I am eager and anxious for the day to come to go back to my passion.

I really love to run. Hold On.

On the Sidelines

Sooo.. it's obvious that it's been a while since I've blogged. While there is much to be praising myself for, I started to feel that blogging was like blowing my own horn, and even after only 4 posts, I started wondering who would want to even read about me! Okay, so I follow about 10 blogs and guess what, I'm interested in reading about their experiences, so it only seems logical that someone would want to read about mine too. Okay - that's out and over with.

The HM I ran in March was the BEST! My official time was 2:15 and I placed 13th in my age group. I only just received the certificate in the mail! (Hubby so proudly wants to frame it.) Running the half was one of my life's dreams and I was beyond proud to have finished. Of course the next dream, the full Marathon is in my sights.

In the meanwhile, I have been sidelined with a stress fracture in my ankle area and have been off running for the past 4 weeks. I am finally at the stage of my recovery where I can walk - yes, read walk, on the treadmill and if that goes well, I can increase the tempo and time from the 1 km (!) that I have been doing. My PT thinks that I may be back out there within a few more weeks.

Most of you can easily understand what it's like when you have to be sidelined. Running is who I am - and without it, I tend to walk around in a bit of a stupor, constantly apologizing for my bad attitude and gruff remarks. "I can't decide this now while I'm not running!" Seems this is my reply for anything that requires more than a few seconds thought.

So I'll just continue to cruise all the running blogs I can find and live and run vicariously through all my favorite bloggers.