This morning I swam. It was a good swim and I started with gently pushing off the wall with both feet as I swam my warm up. It went well, so when I pulled I incorporated flip turns. Oh how I missed them and it was fun to flip. I was careful to not push hard off the wall. The buoyancy of the pull buoy really helped. Maybe too much because when I went into my main set I found myself flipping short of the wall in fear I would get too close and push off too hard. So about half way through my swim I went back to pushing off the wall, but used both feet. The plan was to swim 2,500 meters. At 2,100 meters I pushed a bit harder than I should and I felt a shock of pain go up my leg. At that point I decided to pull for a cool down and did a total of 2,200 meters.
I made it to the hot tub to soak it, I was hurting a bit. Much to my happiness my training partner was already in the hot tub talking to a fellow triathlete AND orthopedic surgeon. I was so happy to see him. We talked about my injury, he took a look at it, and knowing the level of training I do – he said go back gently but I should be running outside on it after two weeks. Today is one week, so hopefully one more week to go. When I got home this afternoon my ankle brace had arrived. I ordered a very sturdy “level three” support that laces half way up my calf and literally immobilizes my ankle. It is thin with strong stays supporting the sides. I laced it up and headed down to my elliptical. I decided to give it 15 minutes and see how I felt. It was great. The brace did the job: my ankle did not ache at all and the brace was not rubbing. I was able to wear my running shoes and it fit in fine.
Then I took a look to my left when I finished and this lovely piece of equipment I used to have a love/hate relationship all of a sudden looked very attractive. It was calling me. As if it was saying it doesn’t know anyone quite like me with my auburn hair and tawny eyes (okay they are dark brown)… And the aurora borealis is peaking this year… It was all coming into view… So I gently walked to my treadmill. And I ran. And it was fabulous.
I only ran a half mile and I ran at a very slow pace. But it was better than chocolate. Better than fine wine. I will stop there. But it was fabulous. I will slowly add distance as my body allows. Today was a good day. I won’t push it. I am a happy girl.