Friday, March 21, 2008

!@#$%^&* hole

The golf course kicked my ass this morning. Damn, the Rock was right, "I'm not going to run around the golf course in the dark, I'll step in hole or something". Yep, that's exactly what happened. Cruising along talking with Speedy and wham, I'm on the ground. Hit hard, even my hand hurt when I hit. Jumped up and tried to shake it off. Nope, this seemed pretty bad. To top it off, its the same ankle I rolled in 2002 when I broke my fifth meta-tarsal at the Country Music Marathon. Almost exact same scenario, step in hole, roll ankle on both the lateral and medial sides. Sitting at home with ice, it doesn't appear to be a grade 3, I'm hoping grade 2. Week off and I'll be good as new. Still, *&^%#@! pisses me off.

Talked with EB yesterday. She was frustrated having to take it easy coming off an injury. I can relate. Doesn't really matter how careful you do your training, the potential for a injury always exists. I've altered my training to avoid injury from overuse injuries. Also, I second guess stupid training decisions that seem to lead to injury. For example, mayb I should run the Striders 21 mile training run on Saturday. That would be foolish, considering my longest run has only been 14 miles in the last 3 months.

1 comment:

Lisa said...

Oh MY, hope you're ok. :)
This is the reason, I just can't make myself get up early to run in the dark. That and I'm a fraddy cat by myself in the dark.