I think I jinxed myself when I mentioned here that I had recently been running pain-free.
I had been dealing with some very minor ankle aching after my runs for awhile. However, it was so minor that I wasn't too worried about it, plus it usually went away within a day. Unfortunately, during my long run last weekend my ankle started really twinging. I had a 10-miler planned, but it was bothersome enough that I considered cutting the run short around mile 8. Instead, being the stubborn runner that I am, I started pausing every few minutes to stretch my calves and shins. It did help.
Those last two miles were not fun. But I pushed myself to finish anyways.
I know, I know. Not very smart of me.
The universe wouldn't allow me to get away with such blatant displays of tomfoolery, though. Nooooooooo!!!
The next day, my ankle was definitely not 100%. It hurt to sit or stand with my foot or ankle at certain angles. Parading around in high heels at the office sure didn't help matters, either.
The pain lingered for a few days, causing me to take a couple of unplanned rest days (along with wearing flat shoes in the office except when I was in meetings). We've been hit with some torrential downpours of rain this week, too, which gave me another reason to rest (sorry about our run getting rained out this morning, Erin).
Unfortunately, the ankle aches were making me nervous. I have my first race of the year coming up on April 20, followed by my first half marathon of the year coming up on May 4. Talk about bad timing.
Last night, in the mode of "I'll try anything that might help," I pulled out the old golf ball and started rolling my heels over it. (You may recall my adventures with golf ball therapy in the office.) Wow, did it hurt. I was taking deep breaths and trying not to curse or emit any guttural grunts that might terrify any of our neighbors or their small pets.
The results? Whether it's due to the golf ball, the extra rest days, or the three-quarters of a box of Girl Scout Thin Mint cookies that I've consumed unassisted in the last three days, my ankle feels nearly 100% today. Whew!
I'm sure I'm not out of the woods yet, of course. But this weekend is the last opportunity to do a solid long run prior to both of my two upcoming races. I should probably take it easy, as I know it's most important just to get myself to the starting line in one piece. I do hate the feeling of toeing the line feeling unprepared from cutting your training short, though. Sigh.
Either way, the golf ball will probably be making featured nightly appearances for awhile.
Plus I do still have another quarter-box of Girl Scout Thin Mints to work through.