I am still in the healing process from the fractured ankle, but relative to many friends’s injuries I seem to be recovering quite quickly (most likely due to the small size of the fracture). I have been visiting the physical therapist bi-weekly for the past couple weeks and have definitely felt an improvement in my foot’s mobility. So, today I inquired if I could try to go jogging and was told to go ahead if it felt strong enough.
I have been real anxious to run ever since the injury. It makes me think back on a particular teenage experience. For approximately 4 months at the age of 16 I lived with my aunt rather than my parents for a variety of different reasons. I had grown up playing and competing in piano performance since the age of 5, but for this four month stint I had to quit lessons. A hobby I used to despise turned into a hobby I loved due to the lack of access. Upon moving back in with my parents I became extremely serious about competing and auditioned and was lucky enough to be accepted to an honorable studio in Orem, a city an hour and half away from my home. I started practicing four to five hours a day, driving once or twice a week to Orem for lessons and began competing on a whole new level.
The above example isn’t an “apple to apple” comparison as I doubt highly I ever become that motivated with running. Rather I bring it up as an example that sometimes I am surprised by the things I miss once no longer in my life. I have always ran as a way to keep in shape and never really enjoyed it, though I have done a couple of races. Yet, now I really miss it and look forward to training for another half or full marathon.
Today’s run was a short and succinct one mile, but the ankle felt okay and I think if I taped it prior to the next run there is the possibility it might feel pretty good. I think if the ankle isn’t swollen in the morning, I might go out for an early run.