“This too shall pass.”
I ended up in my PT’s office this am for the second time in almost as any months, having tweaked my ankle again. I was not happy.
The latest injury is courtesy of orientation run this past Sunday in Squamish as I marched through the beautiful trails, decidedly not happy after blisters and a jammed/bruised ankle. Somewhere before 10km I tweaked my ankle, but apparently not enough to quit (or I was just too stubborn to bail). I had just about recovered from an ankle injury and was starting to log significant mileage. I couldn’t believe this.
The good news despite a swollen ankle 48 hours afterwards, there are no torn ligaments and I should be on the bike by the end of the week. However this definitely means a few weeks of lay off from running and a different perspective. I know in the grand scheme of things, this truly is small potatoes . There are much worse things in life.
But I’m still mad, and still pissed that all the work I have put in is set aside albeit temporarily, and training is stalled. I do remember a life before running where I was very happy and yet it is crazy to think how big a part of my life running has become.
The danger lies in letting running completely define who I am and to draw my worth from being able to run. The onslaught of social media does not help; admittedly I am as guilty as the next person of playing the comparison game.
Jason reminds me that life (and running) is not a competition with someone else. And he’s right. I think back to why I started to run, my own reasons and not for anyone else. I run for the joy, and the fun; I run to challenge myself and find the edges of what’s possible. And I need to have a healthy enough perspective that when I am sidelined temporarily from running, that it doesn’t completely derail me. But it’s hard.
Running has shaped so much of who I am in the past few years, given (and taken) in equal measures. I used to be able to be completely selfish with my running but in the past few years, my priorities have shifted; running is a part of my life, but not all of it. And at the end of the day it doesn’t matter how many races I have or have not run or how many miles I logged. My family and closest friends me don’t care how far or how fast I can run and to be honest, if I run at all. It’s only me who cares so deeply. I suppose that is worth bearing in mind as I work my way back.