Yesterday, I decided to test the ankle and once out the door probably should’ve turned around. Instead, I plodded on along the Lochside Trail silently cursing each time my right foot hit the ground.
The run didn’t do anything to aid recovery and I couldn’t help but think my marathon preparation was over.
Today, perturbed, I headed out and although I could feel the ankle almost immediately the pain didn’t progress. The ankle definitely feels swollen and is tight, the loss of flexibility noticeable but hopefully things are on the mend. This was supposed to be my peak volume week, but the this new injury and the linger aftereffects of last week’s cold, I’m not optimistic about hitting my target.
Mike, should you read this take note I didn’t complain about the weatherJ.
Thursday: easy 39:31
Friday: easy 1:25:04
[Photo courtesy of Jim Finlayson]