Sidelined

Public enemy number one for any runner (besides stray dogs, blisters, and inconveniently-timed bowel movements): injury.

I have to say, I feel lucky that I have never encountered any major injuries during my time as a runner...

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Sorry, I had to go find some wood to knock on.

As I was saying, I have never had any major injuries, besides shin splits. Now, though, I am not so sure.

For the past week or so I have been experiencing some pain in my left ankle/foot, what I suppose to be tendonitis. I must have come back a little too vigorously post-marathon, cranking out five mile runs like I was a Kardashian chasing something shiny, and I think it's caught up with me.

Have I gone to the doctor yet? Of course not, that would just be silly. I figured I would try to treat it myself first, with good old RICE (rest, ice, compression, and elevation, for those who forget acronyms pre-OMG and LOL). So far, so so...

As a result, I have been doing a lot of swimming and a lot of pining for the roads. Sure, I love being in the water, but I've found my comfort zone with running, and I've built up a good amount of base mileage. I am only hoping that I don't lose that now.

So, I'll be back out running sometime this weekend, and I guess that, for now, I can take solace in the fact that I feel like I am healing. No major layoff time, like my running partner Gary (4-5 weeks, as of right now). No physical therapy, like another running friend, Jimmy. Just some rest and relaxation.

Hopefully, with a few more days, that R & R will change to running and running.