Good evening friends. I know I haven’t posted anything in a long time. I keep saying I’m going to do better but then I just don’t.
I recently started getting my running mojo back, had some really nice runs outside and then we got a cold snap and snow, so hubby was sweet enough to buy me a treadmill!
My first run on it was a 3 milers, then a 5 miler then my first long run on it, a 9 miler.
Then the temps started to warm up a little, I decided I didn’t want to run my 10 mile long run on Timothy (the treadmill’s name), so you headed outside. Well, I realized that just because the temps were warmer that day, everything that had melted the day before did not stay that way overnight and the sidewalks were still very icy.
I saw a huge patch of ice ahead of me, and as I proceeded to move to the grass to avoid it, I hit a patch of black ice and next thing I knew I was sitting on the sidewalk on my butt with my right leg twisted up behind me.
Three thoughts hit me:
1. “Did anyone see me? Oh man I hope not!”
2. “Ouch, my foot hurts really bad!” I pulled it around to my front so I could cradle it in my hand. “This really, really hurts.”
3. “I have to call Ralph to come and get me”
Then I realized that not only did I need to call my husband, but that I didn’t know if I could walk. So I called hubby and he was already out because he was picking up a friend of ours to run to Costco. So I hobbled to the intersection so he could find me.
I had only made it a half mile into my 10 mile run 🙁
So when I got home I managed to change and then collapse on the couch.
By that night and the next day it was really swollen. I spent all of the next week on crutches. Thankfully I knew someone who loaned me the crutches. It was a pretty bad sprain, thankfully I didn’t break anything!
By Sunday night of the following week I could walk without the crutches. My leg is still stiff and it still hurts some, but at least I can walk around.
My family took excellent care of me when I was down. I made myself a little “nest” on the couch and they waited on me and did things around the house for me.
I did get lots of time to spend in God’s word which was wonderful as well as lots of time to watch movies.
I’m also so thankful for my friends who listened when I whined about being stuck on the couch.
One decision I did make while I was down, was not to run the RUN CRANDIC marathon in April. It’s not only a very challenging race, but most of it takes place on the uneven, gravel shoulder of the highway. Once you’ve rolled an ankle you’re more prone to doing it again, and I’d rather not risk that. I also will have missed at least 3 long runs by the time that I am run again, and when I do get back to running, I’m going to have to start small and build back up. That’s not really going to work when the marathon is in 87 days.
So with much sadness I am letting go of that marathon. I am however, very much planning on the Des Moines marathon again in October.
Really God has given me peace about the decision.
Have you ever rolled your ankle? How long did it take to heal?