Stupid Stupid Stupid

Well, the hernia and I went for a run in DRNP again. The plan was to do the same loop as last week, but in reverse. My ab strain was a bit tender this morning, after the physio had poked and prodded at it yesterday, so Hernia came along for the ride. Had the Garmin riding shotgun, occasionally complaining about not being able to get a GPS signal; and a new pair of Linebreak running tights.

Headed off down the trail, and Bang! tripped on a twig (I think, although it might as well have been a puff of air). Rolled over the right ankle, and came down hard on my left knee and both hands. Sat on the ground for probably 5 minutes waiting for the pain in my ankle to go away. Both palms were grazed, and I have two tiny holes in the left knee of my new tights. *sob*

Now the sensible thing to do, of course, would be to turn around and go home. But oh, noooo, I wasn't going to finish my run after only 1.3kms, so I got up and kept going - being mindful to keep my weight even over both feet.

I made a slightly longer loop over the west half of the park (Sherbrooke Forest) and around the 8km mark was trotting slowly down a rough narrow windy track when I slipped on something and tweaked the ankle. PAIN! I'd also knocked the outside of the ankle bone slightly, and was a bit surprised that it felt so bruised. Well, d'oh. Peering down at it, I could see it under my sock swelling over the top of the shoe. Oh bugger, I shouldn't have done that.

Walked/limped/hobbled back to the car in constant pain over a pretty horrible track for having a dodgy ankle on. Thankfully my car is light to drive, but still a very achy drive home for the right ankle.

As I type, I have an ice pack wrapped around it, and it's very sore. I can't put ANY weight on it (and hopping around the house is going to wear thin very soon), and I'm feeling a bit sorry for myself.

9.8 kms.