On Sunday evening, after a very busy weekend, I left for my long run. I was hoping to run 11 kilometers. It was rather later than I had hoped and so it was mostly dark and I trod on a large rock and twisted my ankle. I managed to stay upright and just kept running for a while, but it didn't feel right, so I rang Andrew to come and pick me up. I am disappointed that I didn't do my run, and the 10k race on this weekend is not going to be as I had planned, but I have discovered the world of physiotherapy and am amazed!
A friend recommended I show my ankle to a sports physiologist and physio, to see what to do with it now, and ask when I can start running again. I have never been to a physio before, but my ankle feels almost better already and I may be able to run and walk the race on the weekend. It's so odd, becoming this new person so late in life. I keep on feeling the need to explain that I am just learning everything. I even think, that after seven months, I just might be starting to enjoy the actual running, just a bit.