For the very first time in my life, I have enjoyed running. I got a few funny looks as I finished off my most enjoyable run ever because I couldn't help but grin. This is a major revelation for me. I even took my trainers on holiday and wanted to do a couple of runs.
First I thought it was sprained- and so did the sports therapist guy I went to see- having done some serious damage to my right ankle in my teens, I'm a bit precious about both of them.
Then they thought it might be fractured- I don't exactly have skinny ankles to start with, but the swelling on the left was out of control and getting worse.
Luckily, it's not fractured. But the frustration at being off my feet for the last 2 weeks and probably another week more is huge. I don't actually know how I managed this injury- I went out and had a great run- no falls, trips, slips or anything else. That evening I went to stand up and well, hello pain.
The chances of me being able to take part in the #werunlondon Nike Women's 10km on June 21st are slim at this point. Even if I can get back out there next week, I don't have time to both ease back into training AND catch up on the weeks I've missed.
At the end of the day, it's just a sprained ankle, but right now it feels like the end of the world- finally getting somewhere with training, finally finding the joy in running and exercise and preparing for a first event, only to suddenly be stopped in my tracks by a pretty crucial part of my anatomy for the job.