Wow did I pound the pavements today.
Anyone who loves to run will appreciate where I am coming from. I hurt my ankle running one month ago and made the stupid mistake of pushing through it. It meant I spent the rest of my week off limping around. But after 10 days taking it easy, the weekend came and my ankle was feeling better. After one too many vodkas I decided to sprint home from town.
What a huge error on my part. I further hurt my ankle. Terrified of doing more damage and having to "rest" my ankle for longer I vowed to take three weeks off from running and stick to low impact exercises like swimming, bikes and cross trainers.
Running for me is a form of stress relief and body wise, I react to that cardio and stay leaner when I jog then any other exercise.
So these other exercises have not been cutting it. But today my three weeks were up! I rolled out of bed first thing, strapped on an ankle support and off I went. I iced it last night pre-run because, well, what would it hurt, and iced it after the run. Low and behold, the day is over, I have spent it all on my feet and my ankle feels fine. Hallelujah!
Words cannot describe how much I needed to run. I only did three miles. Initially I only intended on doing two miles to ease the ankle back into it, but I just can't help myself. I will stick to three miles this week, up it to four the week after and then hopefully I can get back on with my five mile runs.
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