I took my first real running tumble this morning. I got up a little late so had to knock a mile off the intended 5 miler. The idea was notch the pace up a little to a fraction out of the comfort zone. The run takes in some of Aylesbury then goes out to a country lane and then back home down the canal. 2 miles into the run on the country lane, my foot came down on the lowered verge and twisted sideways throwing the ankle outwards and sending me sprawling. The searing pain in my ankle prompted the first thought, "Is it broken?" The second thought was "If you think it's broken it isn't, you'd know."
Now this put me in a quandary as I have previously told my daughter that the cure for a sprain is exercise. I saw a program about how the military treat sprained ankles by making the men exercise them and I had been firm about this to my daughter. The other choice was to walk back but I was 2 miles into the run and 2 miles from home. I started back at a slow walk, building it up to a brisk pace, then a slow jog and a little faster. It hurt like hell but I finished the 4 miles.
I got home it had started to swell and really hurt but after the drive to work it feels OK, I can feel the sprain but it is nowhere near as bad as it should be. I am hoping it is good for the morning run tomorrow but on the strength of it, continuing the run and not resting it seems to be working.
My Grandad was a firm believer in exercising injuries and we used to laugh at such outdated thinking but maybe he was right.
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