My weak ankles are currently annoying me. Spraining each one twice has left me as sure footed as Bambi on ice.
I liked to think that before I’d sprained it the most recent time (start of August), I was reaching into a good level of fitness. I was regularly going for 6 mile runs, hitting roughly 40 minutes for them. But now everyday I wake up with a grumpy ankle. One who refuses to cooperate for the first 3 hours I’m awake. I try and sweeten him up with a little light stretching, but that seems to annoy him further, and he just screws his body up. On the rare occasion I’ve been for a run this month I had to get an ice bath and submerge him in it to cut the swelling.
My main groan is that now, right now, it’s fine. Loosened up from the days activities. So I keep saying to myself that I’ll be able to go out tomorrow. When I wake up in the morning it’s a different matter. It’s very frustrating to know that because I’ve not been out running, my athleticism has faltered. My legs have lost a little strength, my lungs have lost a bit of volume capacity.
I then thought how this transferred to my design work. Out of practice for a strong 5 months, and when I return I’ll need to complete what’ll seem like a fucking ultramarathon. What makes me feel even worse is that I wasn’t exactly at a good level of design fitness before I started to do fuck all. So where I am now is anyones guess.
Currently listening to;
Peace and fucking, yeah?
