I run to stay calm, I run to relax, I run for fun, I run to control my weight, I run to clear my head, I run for me.
So, 2 full weeks without running and I think I’m beginning to go mad. In just 9 months, running has become such a big part of my life that I feel lost without it – I’ve lost the thing that has come to define me.
I joined the gym last week to try to find a substitute, and every day this week I’ve either swam for an hour (boring) or done an hours cardio and weight training (not so boring). It’s cool being a member of the gym again – the sauna and jacuzzi are my fave bits and it’s good to catch up with some friends I have there. But it’s not running.
Prognosis for the ankle is that I will need at least another 2 weeks rest. I’m hoping for an xray this week to determine the extent of the damage and make sure it’s not more serious as I’m still in pain and I don’t want to start my training just to end up not being able to run ever again!