It was a really tiny crack, but for a tiny crack it hurt like hell. But the most irritating thing about that wasn't the pain, but the knowledge that after 34 years I could no longer say I've never had a broken bone.
Altogether, it took about 6 weeks to heal wearing one of those huge black boots. That was 6 weeks of just lumbering around everywhere, barely making it across crosswalks before the lights changed. I was so glad when I finally got to stop wearing it.
The one thing that I didn't anticipate was that my ankle was going to continue to hurt after it healed. In fact, it hurt more than when I broke it. For a couple of weeks I just let it hurt, taking pain reliever when the pain got real bad, and in general just limped around. Then one day I just thought to myself that maybe the ankle is just weak and maybe what I need to do is to strengthen it up. I didn't really know how to do that other than using it, so I started to go walking.
Quick back track - just prior to breaking my ankle, I had kinda started jogging. I say kinda because 1) it was a combination of walking and jogging and 2) my jogging was slower than some people's fast walking. Obviously that had to stop when I broke my ankle.
Back to healed ankle - after about two weeks of walking, my ankle began to feel better. I no longer had to limp, and as I continued my walks I found that I started going faster. I eventually began to incorporate small intervals of jogging. It felt really good.
I could write a lot more about jogging and how I'm doing with it now, but I will save that for other blog posts. I will leave you with this picture though.
Photo courtesey of Potomac River Running
Taken by Dustin Whitlow at Lucky Leprechaun 5K on March 16, 2013
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