After the exciting incident at the radiology center I was eager to hear what the doctor would say about my ankle. When I went to his offices (in the depths of the east side: Hello, First Avenue) he was all too chipper in telling me “nothing is wrong on the MRI!!!” The doctor went on to explain his theory that the cause of my discomfort is a stretched nerve. What? Evidently that is a thing. You can stretch a nerve. (I did when sliding down rocks post-Canyoning.)
I like to say I have an a lot of untapped athletic potential. I am usually joking when I say it but I definitely (and secretly) believe its true. For most, athletic glory days occur in the era of high school and college sports. Not me.
I was an active kid, but I wasn’t involved in competitive sports (save for my almost-yearly victory in the backstroke at camp swim meets). I like to think if I applied myself I could cut it as an athlete, not pro-ball, but that I could hold my own.
Have you ever seen my wingspan?
Some of you reading this may be aware I sprained my ankle texting and walking last year. Please put that thought aside.
Junior year of high school, my lab partner told me he met my dad the night before at the gym. I was mortified. Like any high school student, I was not keen on my school world mixing unsupervised with my family world. Evidently Jason (the lab partner) had put too much weight on a barbell and my dad helped him lower the weight without crushing himself. They got to talking and made the connection that I was my dad’s daughter.
I learned my dad is “that guy” at the gym: Mister Chatty. He sparks a conversation with everyone, and while he does workout, the gym is a social experience.
This got me thinking about the personas you see at the gym. There are some classic ones that I’ve noticed over the years:
It’s official. I logged in to the New York Road Runners site and I’ve qualified for the 2015 New York City Marathon. Legit.
I am more antsy than before to heal my ankle. I want to run. At the orthopedic’s direction, I scheduled a MRI for next week. Hopefully it shows something easily fixable (and forever preventable!).
It’s time for me to stop exacerbating the issue by spinning, running and walking everywhere. I am going to seriously try to lay off it, even if that completely cramps my style.
I looked high and low for a class that didn’t involve using your legs. It was not easy. Today I took Physique 57’s Fab Arms and Abs class which fit the bill. Is there anything else like that out there?
Does anyone else have tips for working out with an ankle injury? How can I stay active and in shape without aggravating it? Any tricks to make it heal faster?
Running the NYC Marathon (or any marathon) was never on my radar.
Even as I got more excited about running and racing, the half marathon distance still felt (and feels) like a big enough goal.
So my obsession with the NYC marathon stems not from my own personal goal of crushing it, but because I love the place NYC turns into when the marathon comes to town. I love reading marathon training blogs. And I love watching the marathon and cheering on the runners.