On Friday I was at work, minding my own business, walking down the stairs that I walk down every single day … and I misstepped and twisted my ankle. It REALLY hurt. I was on my way to interview a potential intern, so I sucked it up, smiled, said hello to the candidate, and walked back up two flights of the evil stairs to conduct the interview. 30 minutes later I walked back down those stairs, said goodbye to the candidate, and retreated to my cube to take a look at my ankle. Thanks goodness I didn’t take a picture, because I would be obliged to post it here. But be warned, there are pictures later in this post.
The outside of my ankle had a golfball-size lump and was very tender to the touch. I grabbed some ice from the break room fridge and thought about what I wanted to do. Knowing that I had two races scheduled in the next two weeks, I decided to go to urgent care. Prior to becoming a runner, I would have sucked it up and limped around for a while. But now, I wanted to be back in running condition as soon as possible, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to run with a golf ball on the side of my ankle.
I hobbled into urgent care and waited for 90 minutes with my foot elevated and on ice for 20-minute intervals. The doctor looked at it and diagnosed a sprain, but sent me for x-rays just to be sure. Yup, just a sprain. A sprain that required crutches for 3-5 days, and a brace for up to 10- days after that. It sounded like there was a chance I could run again in 7-10 days, but it would be a test, and might not last very long without pain.
I left the office with my ankle wrapped and braced.