With fine weather and blue skies over the weekend, my Facebook feed was full of fellow runners sending photos from all over the country. A visit to the physio is booked this Wednesday so it was time to test the ankle once more. Brimmond Hill was the destination, time to pull on the trainers and give it a decent go, the first time since the 24th of January.
For those that don't know Brimmond, it has a car park at the base and a tarred road used by service vehicles to the top. It's not too long nor very steep but would be quite sufficient for the test today.
I was accompanied by Lynne, she wanted to get training for the Glenmore 24 in September. Once out of the car I advised a wee jog around the car park to bring our heart rate up before ascending the hill. It quickly became apparent the ankle was not going to play ball, with stiff shooting pains I decided to walk up the hill while Lynne ran ahead. I couldn't contain myself though and jogged some of the uphill regardless how my ankle was feeling. I couldn't help thinking, am I doing myself damage running in pain or is it time to tell the ankle this is how it should be, time to get back to normal.
When I say jog, I don't mean a normal jog. The body compensated to deal with the injured ankle which meant my right leg was doing most of the work. I was subconsciously protecting the ankle from striking and pushing off. Uphill was the worst but I was thankful to be out and getting some sort of exercise regardless of the circumstances.
Once at the top, we decided to descend to the rear of the hill and return. This was trail and I didn't have my ankle strapped up. I took it real easy, baby steps while Lynne ran ahead. At one stage I decided to go all out, just to see how the ankle responded and yelled out as the ankle protested. that put the brakes on, even though going downhill was much easier.
Run / walking back up reminded me just how unfit I was as I struggled for breath. Lynne was now way ahead, reached the summit and was making her way back down the tarred road as I shuffled behind. I had a chuckle to myself as Lynne turned around and started running back up towards me, doing hill repeats with a grin on her face and enjoying being out in front, the audacity of it all.
Never the less, I managed to jog back down to the car, an estimated 3 miles completed but at what cost. Today was either a turning point and time to get going again or a setback with the ankle needing further recuperation, at this point I'm not sure which. I'll find out when I visit the physio on Wednesday.
Sunday 03. Weekly total - 3 miles.