October 28, 2014 by notsomighty
I sprained my ankle about 5 days before my first ever 5k, and somehow or another even made myself believe I *might* be able to still do it.
Fool that I am.
I went, since I’d signed my daughter up for the kids fun run. She did her fun run and she had a blast, and it was adorable to watch. Then we went home. So now I have a t-shirt for a race I didn’t run and a serious case of the blues.
I want to be outside in this gorgeous fabulous fall and instead I keep mincing around. And the thing is that after three days plonked on the couch I was going crazy; I have too much to do, I can’t just sit around. And this is my driving foot. So everything hurts, all the time.
I finally googled it and apparently the average time to heal from a sprain is six weeks. SIX WEEKS.
My dog is bored, and I want to go out in the sunshine, and I DO go out at least for a few minutes but then I’m like OW, ow, ow, and come back here to mope more. I didn’t take my kid to the fabulous pumpkin patch because I knew it was probably a bad idea. I wanna go to the pumpkin patch!
Clearly I’m having a grown up style tantrum here.
Meanwhile I’m secretly almost kind of a little relieved because the slowest people at the 5k finished in roughly 70 minutes and what if it took me longer?!?!? I want to go run right out the door right now and try it out and see how slow I am, but …. stupid ankle.