And we’re back

January 1st, 2007

First bit of proper running since the injury: a gentle 2 km on the treadmill today, before my flight back to the States. Felt pretty good, all told. We’ll have to see if that’s still true after 7 hours on a plane, but a good sign for sure!

Cleared for take-off

December 29th, 2006

Good news today! Being home in the UK for Christmas and New Year gave me the opportunity to stop by Park Physiotherapy in my home town of Bedford, for an appointment with the wonderful Jennifer-Ann Gibbons.

Despite being generally pleased with the progress my ankle seemed to be making, I was nevertheless keen for a respected professional opinion. After all, the last thing I wanted was to turn a nasty sprain into a life-long recurring injury.

After a characteristically thorough and careful examination, Jennifer-Ann pronounced that in her opinion (and as long as I was careful) the ankle injury needn’t be a reason to call off the show.

She recommended some work to improve my balance and some exercises to correct my tendency to overpronate slightly. More on these later…

I’ll obviously be paying close attention to how my ankle responds to the training, but it’s good to know that I’m not going to be doing any long-term damage if I start to train on it.

Looks like we’re good to go! Let the training commence!

Put your best foot forward…

November 26th, 2006

…and then promptly sprain it.

Yes, what better way to start ones training campaign for ones first marathon than to give ones ankle a thorough spraining?

Mid-way through my second training run, a misguided sideways leap to cross the central reservation in the road ended in the proverbial tears and a torrent of shamefully colourful language.

Unfortunately, being 2 miles away from home and without my mobile, my only option was to hobble home, my shuffles punctuated with verbal outbursts in a continuing colourful theme. I hope there were no children within earshot, and if there were I sincerely apologise for disturbing your Thanksgiving festivities so crudely.

To make matters worse, it probably took me a good couple of hours before I could get any ice on it. 24 hours later, it had turned a delightful shade of purple and assumed pedial proportions more befitting an elephant than a human being.

Definitely one for the scrap book, and, thanks to the wonders of digital technology, reproduced here for your viewing pleasure.

'tis But a Sprain

Obviously a less-than-ideal way to start a marathon bid, and I’m bitterly disappointed. I’m hopeful for a speedy recovery, but I would have to admit that things aren’t looking good. I suppose all that can be done is to wait and see.