52% intelligent. 9% modest. More monkey than bear.
Monday, 6 July 2015
You'll probably remember that I wear an ankle cuff when I run to try and prevent my ankle dropping. This is mostly to stop me from scuffing my foot when I get tired, which has the immediate effect of sometimes making me fall spectacularly over, but has a rather more insidious knock-on effect on my foot, knees and hips.
On the whole it works pretty well, but I have had to make a few adjustments.
As you can see, underneath the ankle brace itself, I wear two separate sweatbands. There's a two-fold reason for this. The cuff itself acts as an anchor for an elastic strap which stretches down and attaches to a hook that I insert underneath the laces in my running shoe. The stretched elastic flexes as I flex my ankle as I run, but it provides an extra spring to help the ankle fully flex back in my stride, rather than hanging back and dragging on the floor. As I discovered in marathon training, this transfers force into my ankle and shin, and after long runs, I often end up with a big, swollen bruise. I combat this by wearing a sweatband on the affected area. It seems to work,
The second sweatband forms a more obvious purpose, and it's one that I discovered I needed the hard way:
As I run, the ankle cuff chafes. Because I'm a runner, and because runners learn to ignore pain, this meant that I was often making bloody great big holes in my leg. I now have a selection of interesting scars around my left ankle, but I also now wear a second sweatband to try and prevent from getting any more.
Does the whole damn contraption work? Yeah, I reckon. I've been falling over a lot less, anyway.
I went out for a ten mile run yesterday. It was pretty hot, but for the first 4 miles, I was holding a pretty reasonable pace..... and then my body blew up, and I started getting slower and slower as fatigue gripped me across the shoulders and my body screamed at me to stop running. I completed the full ten miles, obviously. It wasn't much fun, and I slept most of the afternoon and had an early night, but I finished the run. This evening's 7 miler was a little easier.
Grittily determined / stubborn past the point of stupidity.... I'll let you decide. Probably both.