126. In the Wars

Friday 1st January

Today, my body is just a wreck, and I may have been overly hopeful in thinking it’d only be a two days before I could be back into it. It looks like it might be closer to a week, at this point.

My ankle is still swollen and painful to move, my shoulder (which was bothering me before) is tense and sore whenever I lift it. And now it seems my knee has also taken a pounding, because while I have trouble holding my ankle to be straight, I can’t bend my knee without it hurting. And that’s just my left side.

My right knee is red and healing over, though I might get Mum to cover it with something, and I’m a little worried about the cuts in my hand.

Ah well, I’ll just need to take it slower for a while.

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125. On the Wrong Foot

Not the best start to the New Year. Went to bed last night at 4-ish, though it was just a quiet one with my family. We went outside and watched the moon for a while — it was gorgeous.

Then this morning I got up, downloaded the Skinny Train challenge and decided to go for a run. iPod on, in the mood. Ready for the New Year Push! I’m running along, on my second or third lap of running, when I check my iPod and then wham! I’m on the ground. I groan and look around me. There was a pothole in the middle of the track. I check my left ankle. Can’t stand on it yet, but it’s not that bad. I’ve grazed my hand and my right knee. I sigh, sit there for another minute or so, then get up and start to walk home.

As I walk, the ache starts to dissipate. I walk faster. If I’m going to only do half a workout, I might as well make it count. Another few minutes of walking and I think it’s almost perfect. I make the mistake of trying to run. Immediately pain shoots up the back of my ankle. Possibly not the best idea. With a sigh, I walk off home, a little forlorn that this wasn’t the start I expected. And then my resolve kicks in. So what? I think. So you take a couple days without running. Such is life. This year is designed for your determination, not to give up on the first day. So I limp home, feeling hopeful, knowing I’m not going to give up just because I had a setback.

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