Well, it had to happen.
I’ve struggled with motivation and momentum over the last few weeks, sometimes simultaneously.
Did a gentle 6km tonight and rolled an ankle (actually heard something go I think). Bloody stupid too as I just switched off for a second as I was finishing, literally as I was about to press the stop on my watch.
This was going to be a quiet week anyway so will just have to wait and see if this is something that’s going to clear up pretty quickly with a bit of rest, but it doesn’t feel like that. There’s no swelling though, but it is painful.
If it’s not good by end of next week, that’s probably the end of Hares & Hounds for me (50+k race in January).
Not too depressed, yet. I've been pretty lucky this year, what with killer dogs and running through the one, albeit lesser, injury I had in April.
Learned a lesson that I probably already knew in that you can’t switch off at all when you’re running on the trail in the dark, so there's a small positive there.
Bugger.
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