The news hasn't sunk in just yet. Next week, a trip to the specialists office in the order of the day. A discussion will be held about how to progress with my "quite damaged" ankle. You know it's bad when you haven't even parked the car back in your garage having just returned from the MRI when the phone rings with the unwelcome results.
3 damaged tendons. One "missing" ligament. Bone fragments floating around. That's the generalization of the situation. How did this all happen? Well, the fear is that it occurred during a game of soccer/football about 6 weeks ago. Probably weakened due to the numerous ankle rolls during my youth. Add in the full amount of training that has occurred over the last 3 years. The odd element is that there hasn't been any pain up until that fateful game about 6 weeks previous. Not a sign. Yet, it would appear that the ankle could have been primed to go.
Frankly, it's all irrelevant now. The specialist will give the full, unedited view next Wednesday with all the available options. Surgery would put a serious damper on the season, but may be the best option. I will fight to keep that option at the bottom and strive to repair my ankle with the minimal of invasion. That said, it may be a losing battle at this stage.
Napoleon said yesterday that there is more to life than an Ironman. It is indeed an addictive lifestyle. However, this disadvantage needs to be turned to an advantage. Swimming will be the focus for now. Lots of available hours to improve upon the efficiency of stroke and all that bollocks! It must be seen as another step in the education of life, filling that bag full of experience.
Good luck to us all (my ankle in particular)!
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