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It felt good to be out again. The sun was slowly fading, as were the snow banks. My watched beeped, and I was off. Running for the first time in two months. Then my watched beeped again and I was walking. I kept switching, a minute at a time for a total of 20 minutes.
It was a series of events that brought me to where I am. In January, I sprained my ankle. And my stubborn side decided not to see a doctor. (No need to rub it in, Ms. IronWil.) It was hard to bike, and even harder to swim. Running, of course, was out of the question. The planned-to-be-written workout remains planned-to-be-written. Work got really busy. I was spending many late nights there, skipping any kind of workout that I could've fit in. When you're working late, you grab food when you can from where you can. Add to that more work and less working out.
Then, a couple of weeks ago, in the fervor of a spring day and new bike parts, I decided to jog a bit on my way home from the bike store. And later that night my ankle throbbed with pain. My desire to workout was growing, but my body wasn't accommodating. Thanks to friends in the business (the physical therapist business), they helped me understand that my fibula bone had slid forward off the talocrural joint (ankle).
You see, when "I sprained my ankle," what I'm really saying is that I damaged my anterior talofibular ligament. And, from what I have deduced, the weak, injured ligament allowed my fibula to slide forward. And when I tried jogging it, I aggravated it, and thus, the pain. They're recommendation was to "mobilize" it by gently nudging it back into place. After a couple nights of that, and things seemed to be back on the mend. Fast forward through another busy week of work, a last minute work trip to Dallas yesterday and some more spring like weather. All that and my gut has begun to press against the inside of my pants with a little too much gusto.
The watched beeped for the last time, and I started walking again. No pain. It felt good enough that I just might try this again. Nice.