I finally got to see someone about the ankle. It was nice to know it’s all in my head. Or rather, a huge miscommunication between feet and brain. My brain is not talking to my ankle, nor is my ankle listening anymore. How odd is that? There is a breakdown in trust. As in my brain tells my ankle what to do and my ankle refuses out of weakness and loss of motion. I simply don’t walk the way I used to and my brain can’t convince my ankle to trust motion. To add insult to injury, the flexibility I once had in my ankle is gone daddy gone. Can you look at the bottom of your foot? I can’t. I’m beyond frustrated with this new-old development. And to think I did this walking. How bizarre. At any rate, before seeing someone about this I tested the tread. I ran for 2.5 miles and didn’t feel a single twitch of pain, not a single stitch of stiffness. But then again I wasn’t at it for all that long. I didn’t give me or myself time to complain.
So what now? According to the sports doc I need to play games with my ankle and brain. I need my ankle to trust and communicate with my brain. And how do I do that? Jumping. The name of the game is finding balance. I need to get my ankle to use muscles it hasn’t in a very long time. Dust off the ability to stand on one foot and hop. Sounds stupid, but there is it. I’m supposed to take a piece of tape and mark four equidistant (18″) targets to the north, south, east, and west of my offending ankle. Standing on one foot I am to hop clockwise onto each target, then counter clockwise. It sounds positively silly, but at this point I am desperate. It’s been a month.
ps~ gross pic, huh?