A stop-start 2013 has stopped again. I have sprained the right ankle of a troublesome right leg. A physiotherapist delivered the verdict. He looked at me in horror when I told him I would probably be running if I was not seeing him – 72 hours after the twist. It is a second degree sprain, he said. After going over on the ankle in mile 6 of a trail half-marathon that I subsequently finished, the joint swelled to impressive, bulbous proportions. Following the inevitable feeling-sorry-for-myself stage, I now feel fortunate. I have rolled my ankle numerous times when running on my own in the fells or mountains, and once memorably in the Rough Bounds of Knoydart. I was, in hindsight, extraordinarily vulnerable; a twisted ankle there would be potentially disastrous. For the worst ankle roll of my running life to happen in the sanitised environment of a marshalled race is, therefore, a stroke of luck.
I do not know when I will run again. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe next week. Maybe not for a fortnight. The fluctuations of 2013 convince me that I should perhaps err on the side of caution.
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Oooh a bit of kinesiology!
nightmare. I feel your pain as I went over on my ankle for the third time in two months last night. doesn’t swell up tho, physio seems to suggest that instead of ligament damage it seems to be my fibia that pushes forward from my ankle. feels fine tonight, but any uneven surface will set it off again. Feel better soon!
Sorry to hear about your problems. All the more reason for me to take things slowly for a week or so. I feel like I could run with no problems, but the joint does still feel a little bruised.