When an injury ruins your training plans for the rest of the year, the only thing to do is eat all of the leftover Halloween candy in an attempt to stifle the envy you feel for your running friends out there slaying hills before the rest of the world is even awake.
(I’m not sure why this part of running makes me feel slightly smug, but waking up in the dark and working up a sweat while the mere mortals are still in bed hitting snooze over and over again gives me a sense of superiority. I know, I’m insufferable.)
The fact that my friends are out logging miles in the darkness while I’m sitting here
eating Halloween candy nursing my sprained ankle is sending me into fits. (Lack of endorphins? Sugar overload? Call it what you will, but it sucks.)
It’s been 25 days since I slipped and fell into this pond at my friend Kristen’s house in Walnut Creek, CA.
In the darkness, I went to walk behind that wooden couch and didn’t see the pond. My left leg slipped in, leaving my right ankle responsible for holding my entire body up. (An impossible feat, apparently.)
Shout-out to my little friend Monty who never left my side that first night. Because if you can’t give a proper blog shout out to the really special ones, what is the purpose of even having a blog?
Emily on the left and Erin on the right.
I was three days away from running my 10th half marathon, the Nike Women’s Half Marathon in San Francisco with two of my favorite girlfriends Emily and Erin. Instead of the epic girls’ shopping, eating and drinking weekend I had hoped for, I spent my days elevating and icing a sprained ankle.
I immediately wanted to get on the next plane to Hawaii and head home to my own bed, but Erin (a fellow mother and business-owner) smartly reminded me that “home” didn’t necessarily mean rest. Home means kids and a business and laundry and email… and she was right; no matter how injured I was I would inevitably end up not resting.
So I stayed in San Francisco and relaxed in a beautiful turn of the century apartment in Japan Town. I was even able to jump in an Uber and meet my girls for a post-race brunch to celebrate their finishes.
Now that I’m back in Kauai and my ankle has had some time to heal, I thought I would share a little of the wisdom I’ve gained over the last three weeks:
1. Ankle sprains take a LOOOOOONG ass time to heal. Be patient, friends. You’re not going anywhere soon.
2. A little rest never hurt anyone. In fact, it actually feels good to sleep until 6:00 a.m. every morning. I have smaller bags under my eyes and my skin looks more amazing than ever. Go figure!
3. Lorelei Gilmore is hilarious. Why did I never watch even one episode of Gilmore Girls my entire life? (The answer to that is: I don’t know but I’ve certainly made up for it these last few weeks. Thank you, Netflix.)
4. Ridiculous sugar intake plus week-long Netflix marathons guarantees you a first class seat on the fast-track to Fluffyville. Just saying.
5. If you have a nurse friend, consider yourself a winner. My friend Emily makes it her job to monitor my personal health and well-being. Every scratch, hangnail and/or sneeze does not go unnoticed when Emily is around. Even though she is equally concerned about all her friends (she doesn’t play favorites when it comes to being all up in your healthcare business), I can’t help but feel special. Having a medical professional on your side can only be a good thing.
6. Feeling sorry for your sad self will get you nowhere. Instead of wallowing in my inability to MOVE, I’ve tried to enjoy these last several weeks of down time as much as possible. (Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had my fair share of fits, but I’ve found those worthless tantrums don’t accomplish anything more than making me feel all kinds of ridiculous.) Fits aside, I’ve cleaned closets, organized old photos, watched a few episodes of Gilmore Girls (okay, ALL OF THEM) and used this time to map out my fitness plan for 2016.
This ankle sprain has definitely slowed me down but my world has not come to a screeching halt. I will eventually be able to lace up my running shoes and once again watch the sunrise with sweat dripping down my face, my running pals in the distance.
You’ll know I’m back at it when pictures like these start popping up in my feed:
I told you I’m insufferable.