Running Mondays is running late*...after a weekend away and a whole lot of life admin, time ran away with me and before I knew it, it was after 10pm and I had to get up before 6am the next day...so Running Mondays didn't happen...let's call this Running Tuesday...
If you have been following my pavement based antics (or read the archive) you will know that, for the last few months, my training has been plagued by frustrating ankle issues. After my 10k last weekend, I decided that the wisest thing to do was to rest, and promptly put myself on a strict regime of lots of TV and minimal movement for two weeks.
In a previous life this would have been easy - an excuse to watch TV? Bring it on! But these days not doing anything is nearly as frustrating as the injury itself. I never imagined that going from being active to barely being able to run for the train (I tried, it hurt) would be so hard. I don't know what to do with all of my energy - running has become one of the ways that I decompress and let go of my stress, and while there is always benefit in finding new ways to manage life, I have noticed the impact of not running on my quality of life. To me, this alone is testament to the immense power of physical exercise and it's impact on wellbeing - something that never ceases to amaze me.
In the last week, despite actively resting, I feel like the condition of my ankle has got worse. I know I am probably overusing the word, but frustrating is the only way I know how to describe the situation. Despite actively sacrificing to help my body heal, and it feels like it is rebelling against me. Having only recently worked out what my body can do, it hurts to feel like my new found freedom and control has been taken away from me. Not being able to run again terrifies me, and I am willing to do just about anything to fix my body and make it stronger so that I am never in this horrible situation again.
*pun absolutely intended