Came back to Malta; back after 54 years! That was a tad warm…
This was a tough one today – hence the changed route – as it was hot and windy (and so was I!).
So nearly 10 weeks after my last run ended in a muscle pull, and after tearing ligaments in my ankle a month ago, this was my first run and a hot one at that. Lots of work to do to get my fitness back up.
In case anyone was wondering about the lack of updates, I should probably let you know it’s all injury-related. After the calf muscle taking so long to settle down, I’d assumed that following a bit of rest and all the cycling in Gstaad, it’d die down a bit and I could start running again.
And then on the 8th August after a long day starting at 2.30am with a drive to the airport to drop Alison off for her holiday, I tripped walking home from work later that night and I appear to have done something pretty nasty to my left ankle. Here are some photos with my right ankle in shot for comparison:
Yes, I should’ve gone to A&E to get it checked out, but:
- It’s a long way to St Thomas’ from where I am and I couldn’t walk, so public transport would’ve been a nightmare (and there was no Alison to drive me); and
- If it is broken, they’d put it in a cast which would mean this week’s motorbike holiday for me would be off, as would my two holidays next month.
So we’ll wait and see if I can run on it in Fuerteventura next month and if not, I’ll get it checked out in October.
The fourth and final part: a little over marathon distance.
Our third lap and third stop.
Second part of our 42.5km ride; second stop.
Each time we stopped, my Garmin reset itself. Grr!
The weather forecast for this afternoon is a little dodgy so we decided to borrow some MTBs from the fabulous Gstaaderhof Hotel for a little venture out on bikes.
Heading to the Alps tomorrow, so thought we’d get some exercise done first (ignoring the 25km I’ve walked this week getting over the calf miuscle injury).