I had grand plans for today. After running 15kms along the Wye Valley Walk, I was going to go for a post run recovery swim and sauna, duck my head in at base camp for a homemade soup (and by homemade I mean even the vegetables, grown in the garden) before heading out for the afternoon to tackle my never-ending renovation project.
Well, that all went down the drain when 6kms in I twisted my ankle, for the fourth time on the run, this time doing damage serious enough that it was too painful to continue running, and thus began the slow and very long limp home.
As luck would have it, a walker passed by at the moment of injury, and hearing my screeching, kindly came to pick up the pieces and helped me up and back.
I was feeling rather sorry for myself as I lay on the couch, frozen peas doing their duty and purple swollen mess of an ankle just staring at me. I wondered how much time I’d be on the bench before I could run again, and shivered.
I started writing this blog about six weeks ago, when I was miserably wondering how I would possibly exist without running, and how disappointed I was that I wouldn’t be able to complete my training to do my first half marathon. I’d burst into tears when they’d told me that no, a day’s rest and ice would not suffice, and yes, I would need to rest for much longer than that, and no, I would not be running for at least two or three weeks. But I grudgingly listened to the advice, and when given the go ahead I came back with a vengeance, determined to make up for lost miles.
And now the Severn Bridge Half Marathon is just a day away, and I’m a mixed bag of emotions. Anxious – in case I don’t make it or I do more damage to my still-not-quite-right ankle, embarrassed – because I’ll probably be one of the last ones over the finish line, determined – to finish the race and be proud of myself, regardless of how long it takes me, elated – that I’ve come back from the curve ball and I’m sticking to my goal, frustrated – that I haven’t done as much training as I would have liked to if I hadn’t got injured, happy – that I can truly call myself a runner now.