I’m writting this one year later. Today is the “celebration” of my first spraint ankle, which was the moment when my running mania started to go down. I didn’t realize it then, since it was the first time something like that ever happened to me, but from there on I even stopped writing on this blog. Almost all the following races were a fail. A constant struggle to ignore my feet and pretend everything is ok. So my last concern was writting blogs….
Because I was planning a trip to Croatia, I googled for races on that weekend and I have found this one, 15k, perfect.
And it was perfect, all until the middle of the race, when I flu like a broken swan. I wanted to stop to get some chocolate at the eating point, but instead I just had water and resumed running. One minute later, BOOM! Too bad I didn’t catch it on camera… just a picture litteraly the second before:
The weather was perfect for running though, not too hot, not quite raining, just a thin layer of fog. My pace was great, trying to keep up with the mighty croatians (pretty fast fellows). I actually enjoyed while it lasted. Here’s a medal for the crazyness:
Oh, and guess what.. another 2 months after this… I again felt indestructible and signed up for another race: Boom, third injury. Nothing saved me from physiotherapy from there on :))
Rough few months followed, feeling kind of depressed because both my ankles were out of business and I couldn’t run, even if I wanted to. But at this moment, one year later, I’m starting to feel better and actually ran a few more races without surprises.
P.S: you can read about the thirs ankle incident here: https://wordpress.com/post/runtheworld.blog/1470