I’m writing this with a heavy heart and a refusing to heal fast sprained ankle.
If you’ve been keeping up to date with my London Marathon training escapades, then you’ll know that in recent months and weeks, I’ve gone from being the most reluctant of runners to surprising myself with how much one can achieve when they put their mind to it. That alone makes this even harder to write down.
For reasons I won’t go into here, as it’s neither the time nor place for it, I’ve been having a bit of a rubbish time personally recently. So, having the marathon to train for went from being something I thought impossible, to a life goal that gave me a focus, an escape, and a target to reach. It was something to grab hold of and literally run with!
Unfortunately, my ankle disagrees. After completing my first ever half marathon almost a month ago, I’ve not been physically able to continue my training. An old ankle sprain reared it’s ugly head during the race, and has since caused me a lot of pain and frustration.
It’s been treated with physio, anti inflammatories, daily ultrasound, and been taped up many times over. The pain has ranged from barely there to constant, and has travelled from my ankle up to my shin and back again. There’s been random occurrences of pins and needles, and the front muscle of my lower leg swelled up a treat after I ran/hobbled through a test 10k a couple of weeks back. Put simply, it’s doing my head in.
The only sensible answer was to rest it. I took the advice of a professional and was told to do this for a month. This was 3 weeks ago. By the time I’m able to run again, there’ll be less than 2 weeks to go until the Marathon.
The fact is, I’m out of time. The injury came at a crucial moment in training. As other runners were out being total champs and completing 15, 18, 20 mile runs, I was laid on the sofa with my leg elevated, ankle wrapped in a ice pack.
Emotionally, it’s been a real struggle. I haven’t blogged in a few weeks because I just didn’t know what to say. I think I knew deep down that running the marathon this year would be an impossible task, but at the same time, of course I wanted someone to wave a magic healing wand and for it to all be ok again.
Sadly, I can’t run the London Marathon this year. I feel absolutely terrible about it, even though I know it isn’t my fault. Injuries happen. Countless runners have to drop out every year. Even so, I feel like I’m letting everyone down.
There is a glimmer of hope, however. I’ve requested that my place be deferred until next year, so fingers crossed that will happen. Either way, the money already raised will still go straight to the brilliant charity, Global’s Make Some Noise. Of course, if you would prefer to have your donation refunded, that’s an option too. Thank you so much if you donated, it really does mean the world to both me and those who’ll receive it.
In an ideal world, this time next year I’ll be super fit and ready to take on something incredible. 2017 just wasn’t the year for it. In the meantime, I’m booking myself in for an X-Ray, then once I get the all clear, let the running commence! My spirit (and left ankle) may be battered and bruised, but my determination is stronger than ever.
Thank you for reading, and also thank you to all of you who’ve offered words of encouragement. I’ll be back in non marathon guise very soon, probably writing about something nonsensical and silly. Finally – please show your support to those amazing runners tackling the London Marathon on the 23rd April. I only wish I could be joining them.
Love Lucy xxx