I’m not gonna lie, I’ve had some doubts, running the marathon doubts, doubts that were hollering in my head last night while running alone in the dark in the nasty areas of town with an ankle that seemed to get more and more tender with each cycle of the leg. And had I not run into one of my favourite running chicks before going home last night, a good portion of my blog would have been all about those ever increasing doubts. Instead, you get to read about them tonight.
My inner ankle, as I’ve written about a few times already, has been suffering tenderness. Some runs it feels as though there’s a knife being twisted around and around and around, and others I hardly feel anything at all. (Oh how I do so love those runs.) It’s been this way since before the marathon, when I started kicking my ankles, but I thought once I had my jammed up ankles reefed out, it would get better. It hasn’t. I’ve gone to physio, I’ve had it ultrasounded, I’ve had it massaged, I ice it every morning, sometimes multiple times a day, but it doesn’t go away. Both Mario and my moms have suggested I get it x-rayed, which builds up my doubts even more. Should I really be starting in on marathon training with a mucked up ankle? Am I just going to make it worse by continuing on these runs? But if I don’t do this training, what then? I can’t exactly stop running, that’s not an option – I need those damn endorphins! See, doubts every which way I turn.
TONIGHT’S PILATES:
- 6:20 p.m. BG before: 7.8 (granola bar, bolused .45 units = not enough)
- Temp basal: -50 per cent
- One hour: mat, reformer, chair, abs
- 7:30 p.m. BG after: 10.0 (BG correction: 1.10)
My ankles were working so hard tonight, they were practically convulsing when I was doing the hundred. My pilates chick told me they were talking to each other. If that was talking, they must have been seriously arguing, close to fisticuffs even, because they were shaking to beat all hell.