The past three and a half months have been a challenge. Big challenge for me. On April 1st while running down Emigration Canyon I sprained my ankle — and — it’s been a slower than wanted process to heal.
I haven’t written much about it, because I haven’t really known what was going on with it for a while. I self-treated it for about a month, because I was still able to run on it. It was uncomfortable, but having sprained my ankle before I just figured to rest and ice it between runs and workouts.
And, that worked for the most part.
I wasn’t showing any progress and I would end up ice my ankle after any run longer than 6-7 miles. I feared the worst and admittedly avoided setting up an appointment with a orthopedist … because I didn’t want to be told I broke my foot or would need some weird amputation done because of my neglect.
But, I conceded to the inevitable and set up an appointment. I got x-rays done along with a thorough exam — and luckily — no break, just a severe sprained ankle. But, the best part was that my doctor said I could still keep running within my comfort level. So that was the plan.
I decided to back out of my spring marathons, including Ragnar. Decisions that were tougher than I imagined, especially since I am building up to run my 48 hour ultra in February 2018. Physically, I knew I’d have enough time to be ready, but telling yourself that mentally is a much harder task.
And, any run longer than 6-7 miles is just tough. Especially any that are uber flat or too steep. The ankle just hates it and I feel it throughout and after my run.
But, the doctor prescribed physical therapy for me, including a gait analysis. And, quite honestly, they’ve given me the most hope. Sure, I am still feeling pain, but I feel hopeful. I feel myself getting stronger. And, I’m actually feeling optimistic about my running again.
It’s been frustrating, because I’m not where I wanted to be physically at this point in the year. It’s been mentally taxing feeling and being slow. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind going slow, but knowing I could be MUCH faster and there not being much I could do about it — has been tough.
But, I feel hope again.
Not only is the physical therapy making a difference, but my gait analysis really answered a lot of my frustrations. I naturally overpronate my right food — which I rolled — and because of that, not only did it promote the ankle sprain, but it’s also hindering my recovery.
So my physical therapist gave me a few exercises to help remedy that. Of course it’s not going to be overnight, but I’m trying hard to not just do those exercises, but to also make a conscious effort to walk with less of a pronation. That’s going to be an on going process to reprogram myself.
But, I am also looking for running shoes that will help with the over pronation, I’ve narrowed it down to a couple, but making the decision to give up my Hoka One One love affair is being a bit harder than I’d imagine. I should hopefully be making a decision soon. I just want to run pain free and run in a way that will keep me running for years to come. That’s a weighty decision with those in mind.
I am sure I’ll let you know once I make my final decision.
But, looking forward right now, I just feel hopeful. I see a doable plan. I see an opportunity to not just get better, but get stronger. And, that’s my focus and goal.
I am excited about my races this weekend. These two races are sentimental to me on many levels — the Handcart Days Half being my first (and 100th) race and Deseret News was my first marathon. But, I’m just running the half this year and not the whole 26.2. I thought about it, since it’s my 5th year anniversary of my first marathon. But, 13.1 miles for me right now is fine by me.
I am moving forward with this new mindset and I am excited about what the weekend, month and next three months have in store for me. I am making progress and I have a vision of hope that’s right before me.
I am going where I want to go — and that’s invigorating to me.