If you are a Bay Area blog-reader, you’re likely to know of Page from Twenty Six and then some. Last year, a few weeks before her Ironman (for which she’d been training for months), she sprained her ankle really badly on a training run and had to drop out. (Ironically, she re-sprained it last weekend and currently has post up about ankle sprains).
You can see where this is going, can’t you!
So there I am on Friday, out for a very easy, sunny 3 miles. I’m about 100 yards from my front door, thinking about the cupcakes I need to ice for the Dude’s birthday party that afternoon when I’m suddenly down on the floor… hands scraped-up, left knee bashed up and agony shooting through my right ankle. I’d stumbled and twisted my ankle pretty badly. I had to sit on the pavement for a good few minutes, breathing through the pain, saying ‘arse’ loudly several times (sorry Mum) and I kind of knew my PR was gone. In fact, just finishing would be a challenge.
On Friday, I was super-excited about Sunday’s race. I was still on a high from Monday’s unofficial 10k PR and confident of running something similar on Sunday. I’d spent the week envisaging the finish line and the new PR and getting excited about it. Let’s review something I wrote in that post: ‘whilst a PR is hopefully a given’… There’s a fine line between confidence and cockiness and I might have crossed it. I’m not cocky by nature but I probably was a little cocky last week.
I am pretty upset about not being able to race on Sunday. This isn’t a disaster on Page’s scale by any means and I don’t mean to imply it is. This is not a disaster at all – check out the news headlines and let’s get some perspective on how small a deal this is!! But I worked hard, had seen good progress and I was excited about bringing it home, so I am a little sad about not being able to. However, Monday’s dress-rehearsal was amazing and I actually feel really happy about that unofficial PR. I know I can run a sub-52 10k and at some point, I will do so. I am also really REALLY happy with my training and see that as a victory in itself. So whilst I might not have the official 10k PR I wanted, I am surprisingly content with the unofficial one.
Since Ankle-Gate, I’ve been resting as much as possible (once the Dude’s party was out the way) and my heavily pregnant friend sweetly brought me her medical compression socks which I haven’t taken off. I’m off to the running shop to get KT tape – I’m basically putting all my hope in the things I usually roll my eyes at! It doesn’t hurt much for normal activities, so I still have a smidgen of hope.
I actually don’t know what I’ll do tomorrow. I would like to ‘run’ it, (slowly, carefully) because I get TWO medals at the end, plus a cracking shirt and apparently I am exceptionally motivated by medals. The Husband might run it for me so I can claim the loot. (Apparently I am fine with that). I am definitely turning up to cheer, to support my friends and to hopefully meet Twitter-pals in real life. (Did you know I’m on Twitter? I’m @cathrynrunning if you fancy ‘following’ me).
I have no idea what my next post will say. If you’re running tomorrow…GOOD LUCK! In the meantime, I’ll be carb-loading as if I mean business.