Tis sprained or not to be sprained.
That is the question.
Wednesday morning 6 a.m. – coming up on the hill overlooking Westport Avenue in Norwalk CT. My last run on this route forever. A slight roll of the ankle, a felt “pop,” and a tumble into a telephone pole. Remembering what my massage therapist said – movement is good for an injury. Got up and kept on running.
Thursday – Swelling.
Thursday night – Swelling. A visit to Urgent Care. No running for at least two weeks. Compression and air cast.
Friday – Massage therapist. Swelling noticeably reduced. If you have a range of motion – use it.
Saturday – 11-mile group run/walk/run in Newport. The hot and humid was more of a problem. Our long, slow run was like a simmering soup.
Sunday – 6.5-mile endurance run/run in New Bedford. The sunny, hot, and humid nearly killed me.
Monday – Three hours of walking at Sandwich Heritage Gardens and Museum.
Monday night – Verdict slight sprain healed by motion.
Tuesday – Mattapoisett Road Race 5 miler! One of my favorite small town races. Let’s face it. Mattapoisett is special.
There you have it. While I still must be careful as I do feel a twinge of pain, I am a ready to go. If I roll it over again, I will have much more damage.
But, you can’t keep a Portagee down. We are a stubborn breed.
And, I signed up for the Vermont 50K (31 miles) in the woods around and over Mt. Ascutney. The last weekend in September before I head to Scotland and Ireland for an almost two weeks stay for a much needed rest.
Here is the course description: http://vermont50.com/course-descriptions/
This 50K will be my first ultra.
For some reason, I have gotten stuck at the marathon distance. This distance is only five more miles. It becomes all mental.
Mental is as mental gets.
Better to be mental that sprained.