Today was supposed to be my 5k report… instead I’m nursing my ankle and jealously watching other runners pass by the window this weekend.
After a painful ending to Wednesday’s attempt to run, I finally decided to take this ankle seriously and began researching what to expect in the healing process. I found a helpful article about returning to running after a sprain, and it sounds like it could be up to four weeks of recovery for a mild sprain. Which mostly likely means no marathon in April. Of course, it could heal more quickly, but then I still need to come back slowly to make sure my ankle is strong enough and ready for the pounding.
I’m definitely disappointed, but am still hanging onto hope that anything could happen. For now, I’m taking it one week at a time. Corey thoughtfully sent me an article on recovering with MICE (movement, ice, compression and elevation) as opposed to only rest, which confirms my plans to continue biking and swimming and weights.
In the meantime, I also got sucked into “Born to Run” which was up next on my nightstand. Maybe the fact that I’m not currently running has magnified the impact of this book, but I’m completely captivated and am soaking up the stories of the Tarahumara (“Running People”) from the deep canyon wilderness in Mexico.
I especially enjoyed some of the musings about what “it” is that makes a great runner, and how we know it’s within us-
How do you flip the internal switch that changes us all back into the Natural Born Runners we once were?… Remember? Back when you were a kid and you had to be yelled at to slow down?… Half the fun of doing anything was doing it at record pace, making it probably the last time in your life you’d ever be hassled for going too fast.
And again, reflecting on what the American marathoners had a few decades ago:
Back in the 70’s, American marathoners were a lot like the Tarahumara; they were a tribe of isolated outcasts, running for love and relying on raw instinct and crude equipment…Tigers were just a flat sole and laces, with no motion control, no arch support, no heel pad. The guys…didn’t even know enough to worry about “pronation” and “supination”; that fancy running-store jargon hadn’t even been invented yet.
What I love about this book, besides the incredible stories of the hidden tribe of the Tarahumara, is the inspiration to run for the love of running… trails, pace, distance of our choice, as opposed to our strict running schedules and training plans. I know my Type A personality thrives on a plan, but I’m already looking forward to my first run back in hopes that I can start fresh and remember to appreciate the simple pleasure of a run.
As I was writing, I realized this fits within the purposeful running series… we run because we can, because we love it, because we are re-claiming our childhood urge to sprint and go and be free.
Run for me this week… and be grateful to be out there! Hope to join you again soon. 🙂