I’m calling a doctor. My right ankle, while fine in every other respect, refuses to let me run. I didn’t run at all for six weeks after The Scream. Feeling good, I tried running gently and easy with a lot of walking. The ankle lasted four miles before deciding I had enough. I tried a few more times, in shoes even, but no luck. Now between a quarter mile and three miles into a run, it stops me. Barefoot, in shoes, on road, on trail, fast, slow, no matter. I get zapped.
I can perform every other activity without any pain at all. I can run around with the dogs at work, where I’m on my feet all day. I can mow the lawn. I can do calf raises and stretches. I can jump up and down. All without any pain whatsoever. I just can’t run. I tried KT Tape, violating my own “Opposite of Good” philosophy. I thought maybe I could tape my tendons together, holding them in place. Nope. Maybe I’m not putting them on correctly, but they made no difference.
I can’t figure out what the problem is and I don’t know what caused it. Here’s a list of suspects:
2. not stretching
3. running barefoot
4. running with shoes on
5. twisting ankle on trails
6. too much repetitive motion on roads
7. too many miles
8. not enough miles
9. too many hills
10. too fast
11. trying to run, briefly, like Mutai
13. adding exercises (RunnerDude, RockFit!!)
16. tempting fate by blogging about being a barefoot runner
So, sorry I haven’t been around. I’ve been feeling a little glum and pitiful. If there’s anyone whom I’ve wronged out there, now would be an opportune time to kick me.
But please, don’t feed the animals as they say. Don’t cry for me, Argentina. I will survive. Westward, Ho!
Tomorrow I’ll call the ankle guy who was on that Barefoot Running Discussion I participated in last year. Hopefully he’ll say the problem is a result of a severe ice cream deficiency in my diet.
Oh, and I was kidding about the kicking. Please don’t.