(After flooding run. Gushing water and silt. Not pictured: the stench of poo)
It's been a month since I last mentioned my City To Surf training on here.
I've been avoiding you.
A few hours after telling you I was up to 8km and loving it and had hopes of keeping up with MrMoo I went and sprained my ankle.
I stepped off a trailer into a grass field at a friends wedding and rolled it and fell over. I had run 8km, danced to every.single.song at the wedding, and well, it caved in pretty easily.
I didn't think it was bad, it hurt, but I continued to walk and (painfully) run on it in the following week until it swelled up after a few km exactly a week later. Doh.
It took me a week to realise that my ankle WAS actually damaged. I kept thinking "stop making excuses Sophie, don't chicken out, it's all in your head" but apparently you can't use mind power to swell your ankle up.
So I've been to the physio 3 times since and have just started running again this week. I've had to start from scratch with my fitness, it only took a couple of weeks to loose everything I had built up (which wasn't much, really).
I am still determined as ever, I ran 7km today and hope to do 10 by next week. Then it's the city to surf the weekend after and I'm hoping adrenaline will carry me the extra 4km. Or hey, I can always walk what I can't run.
I've lost all hope and expectation of keeping up with MrMoo. His big powerful man legs and lungs are no match for mine!
But, I will still be crossing that finish line in 2 weeks! Yahoo!
Can I also say that escaping the house after dinner and bed times to pound the pavement, listen to some angsty music, sweat, pray and witness sunsets is one of the best things I can be doing for myself right now. It's hard to prioritise, but I've come to realise that I need it, and hope to continue after race day.
Peace and love,