The ankle is still giving me jip. It has cost me both my 10k races, so I'm pretty devastated. I would never have guessed that the little twinge two months ago would have had me off my feet for so long.
But I am tired of sitting on my backside and feeling sorry for myself. My physio has given me the green light to run, albeit for very short distances, so I am slowly easing myself back into it.
She reckons that my ankle is just complaining after months of hard training in worn out footwear. So, I got a new pair of trainers, and while they aren't the comfiest, they certainly provide my feet with lots of support.
My foot is getting better. Just very very verrrry slowly.
But I refuse to give up. Watch this space.
p.s: Mr MFC completed his marathon in 4 and a half hours. What a mancake.
