Grounded by kryptonite....

So, can't say it hasn't been an adventure this past 10 days; visiting physio, x-ray, doctor.   I'm not going to bore you with the details of all that totally thrilling maze; the end result and final diagnosis....drum roll; 

•    Small fracture in fibula near ankle
•  Avulsion to ligament from said fibula to ankle bone.  (In English, means I stretched my ligament that much it pulled a flake of bone off - yippee) 
•   Grade 2 damage to both middle and back tendon.  Which isn't so bad in big scheme of things.  :)

Yep, think that is about it.

Everybody keeps telling me I did a good job.  So I'm going to take pride, ownership and say thanks.  When I do things, I like to do them well.  I have this annoying trait everything has to be perfect when done well.  Although, this time I didn't quite have to take it to this level.  It kinda puts a different angle on training.   

Training, yes, well where does it leave me?  Good question. For the next two weeks (at least) I have a very fashionable boot on.  I could now be known as "Puss in Boot"  As everything is happening on the high end of the ankle, my said boot extends all the way to the knee.  Just need my sixties dress now with sparkles and will be rockin'.

My new fashion accessory...pretty cool hey :)  With dark and stormy clouds or days ahead maybe?

Anyway, as to where this all leaves me for training and my 70.3 Ironman Cairns.  Not sure.  I'm just going to take to day by day, see what happens.  I've had the why me, water works and the absolute shites about it all in the last ten days.  In-between the laughter of what an idiot super girl was at not sticking the landing.  So time will tell.  Remain positive, take pain killers, listen to your body (that one courtesy of Coach M).

At the end of the day I can't change what has happened, and things could be worse.  Am I a tad disappointed, at this stage of the game.  That would be, yep.  But need to focus forward not backwards and get on with making it better, is the first step.  

I'm a firm believer of what will be, will be. ( Oh dear so many cliches yet here we go again..) So if the universe really wants me to nut this year's 70.3 Ironman Cairns, out it will happen.  I wish I could fast forward to see if that is going to happen but have to wait.....  Kinda thinking I'll be in for one hell of a test of mind, body, and spirit.  Good thing I have some amazing people around me.

Yours Puss in Boot

Shell xoxo :)

PS: the one bonus is that swimming is first thing I can do, how awesome is that considering live in the tropics and its summer.  Woot woo. :)  Safe training everyone xoxo :)

Didn’t stick the landing..

Ever had one of those ‘oh shite’ moments in life? 

Valentine’s Day, is the day of ‘love’ for most expressed in many forms and ways.  I don’t have a problem with the day, take it or leave it.  It is sooooo commercialised now.   Sometimes I wonder if the spirit of the day is lost.  In competition of everyone trying to post first photos, on social media of flowers received from said love one.  But it is the way the world crumbles now, opps I mean turns. 

On this Valentine’s Day 2014, I tried to fly like Supergirl through the hot tropics sky, to hit a smash in tennis.  Only to not stick the landing and come down like the preverbal sack of …potatoes.  From there I assumed the role of dead jelly fish.  Kryptonite had hit my system and this Supergirl; grounded.

When supergirl could stick the landings.......

Laid out on the side of the court.  Surrounded by my mates, in a world of pain didn’t image possible; buggar, buggar, bum went through my head.  Ok, plus a few really explicit words were going through my head, in-between the OMG this really hurts.  In addition 1. Coach M is going to kill me.  2.  Holy dolly where does this leave me for training for 70.3.  Crap and back to the buggar, buggar, bum.

A ride in a special car with green tube of happiness took busted SG to ED.  Outcome with my wing super friends at my side, the egg on my ankle is a sprain.  I now had a cankle and crutches, advised to stay away from training for at least a week and get to physio ASAP.

Over the weekend, it grew and grew, the swelling somehow spread to the inside now.  Kryptonite had certainly taken hold.  My cankle soaked up the ice baths, elevation for the remainder of weekend yet not budging in size.  Bless its cotton socks.

Monday morning; hello.  I got to see the very nice young man physio; looking at my cankle; “yep, its fresh, and you did a good job”.  I really don’t do things in half measures.  :)  After some gentle prodding, oh, yep that tickled, a lot.  It appears tendon damage around the ankle and perhaps the tendon that joins ‘shin bone to ankle bone’ a little damaged too.  But until the swelling goes all the way down, won’t really know.  Woot woo, unreal banana peel.

My new one leg exercises to keep up on fitness levels :)

So now it is a waiting game; waiting, waiting, waiting.  See what tomorrow brings after see physio again.  I’m thinking my swimming is really going to improve, and left leg is going to be sooo strong after doing one leg drills on wind trainer, over the coming weeks. :)  

Happy days

Shell xoxo

Never an end note but I would not have got through the day without gorgeous girls Sue and Megs.  Thank you so much I’m very blessed to have such great friends by my side.  xoxoxo