The Most Irritating Running Setback

fitness, Health, running, weightloss, wellbeing

I’ve got a bone to pick with the powers that be. If I could, I’d file a formal complaint. It just seems really unfair that a person who sets their alarm willingly for 4.45am to get up and run before work, is then cruelly struck down with a minor running injury 2.5 weeks before a race. Well..sort of. Ok so I’m not technically injured…yet. The thing is, I know my body well enough now to know that my right ankle is feeling abnormally weak. About a mile into my run today I could feel it getting weaker and weaker, to the point where it was hurting beyond the norm to carry on running. Having learned from past ‘I’ll just tough it out ’til I get home’ type mistakes, (which have resulted in ice packs and raised limbs galore), I reluctantly slowed to a walk and trudged home, screaming obscenities at my ankle, in my head.

Look, here’s the thing. I wouldn’t be so mad, but I’ve been training like a bloody Trojan for this Race for Life 10k on July 12th. I’ve said it 100 times before, and I’ll say it 100 more: I am not a natural runner. Any small amount of stamina I have, has taken not months, but years to build. Having had juvenile arthritis in my right hip between the approximate ages of 8 and 15, I didn’t have the active lifestyle most kids have; that in conjunction with a lot of terrible emotional eating meant I never really had a base level of fitness until I was in my early twenties. I’m not exaggerating when I say that when I first started exercising habitually, I couldn’t run for more than 30 seconds without gasping for breath and feeling my calf muscles burn horribly. I’m not just saying this to be dramatic and self indulgent – I’m saying it to highlight that I really have had to work bloody hard to get to the point where I can even jog 10km.

I suppose I have to look on the bright side – that’s just the way I operate. It’s better to become in tune with your body and recognise a potential problem before it becomes an actual problem. I’ve decided to sack training off this week to give my ankle a chance to recuperate. My main concern is that it isn’t something a few days rest can heal. I suppose that’s a bridge to cross if and when I come to it. Apart from that, I plan to cross my fingers very tightly and say some prayers that the ankle healing gods will look down on me and smile…and make my bloody ankle better.

Bah humbug.

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