Things were going pretty well on the running front and then they stopped going well. I ran a mile on Sunday in the rain, because I didn't bother to look outside before heading out/even though it should've been a rest day I wanted to be tired for what was to come that day. On Monday, I woke up at 6:30 and ran a route I had mapped out around the neighborhood. I was pretty damn fatigued and sore afterwards, but otherwise alright. I took Tuesday off, as it was a planned rest day. I improved my neighborhood route for Wednesday. I started running on Wednesday and my ankle was bothering me immediately. I probably should've stopped, but I trooped on after tightening my right shoe, which didn't help.
Anyway, I ran 2.3 miles on a bum ankle. I shouldn't have run on it. I've self diagnosed it as a sprain. It hurts like a sprain and reacts the way a sprain would to exertion and rest. The only thing that makes me question it is the lack of any significant swelling. Of course, that is kind of typical for me. I don't really swell very much with most injuries.
I haven't run since Wednesday. I don't have to limp most of the time anymore which is progress. It hurts to put my weight on my right leg and I've tried little bits of running, but the ankle doesn't agree with that. I think it has regressed though, because it felt better yesterday morning than it does now. I had to do a lot of walking on stairs yesterday, which is probably why.
Yesterday, I also succeeded in fucking up my other ankle. It has a nice contusion and bruise on it from being rammed into a step by a mattress*. I really thought it was going to be bad enough to require x-rays yesterday, which I can't afford, but it seems to be alright today.
Okay, enough with the bitching about my injuries and such. I'm disappointed that I had to stop. With the exception of my ankle, I felt great after running on Wednesday. My legs didn't ache terribly. I didn't need to use my inhaler.
So, my goal for this week is to start again, if my ankle permits. I'll probably start with some shorter runs to get back into it and make sure not to reinjure it. I also am going to really ramp up my look for a second job. Another job means that I can move out, which something I need to do for my sanity.
Spreadsheet to document the runs:
Thanks for reading
*It is dumb to move shit on a sprained ankle, but it is far preferable to having to listen to my Dad bitch about his pain or some shit.