A sprained ankle is a pain in the arse


Two weeks ago I sprained my left ankle. It puffed up and throbbed then bruised. And it still hurts right now.

Up to that point I’d been working out pretty much three times a week for the past year and a half. I’ve managed only one workout in the last two weeks. And I was riding my bike to work every day which I haven’t been able to do.

I’m on holiday at the moment and have ventured out a couple of times on my bike. Carefully. I have to focus a lot on my ab muscles to power the bike rather than my legs so I can avoid putting too much pressure on my ankle. While I ride my bike, all that’s going through my head is ‘crunch, crunch, crunch.’ I only discovered how important abs are for bike riding earlier this year. I always thought it was all legs. Not so.

My trainer has given me a workout that I’m going to do every day for the next week which includes pushups, squats and plank. I hate not being able to work out.

I’ll be honest. Working out is not my favourite thing to do but when it gets taken away from me, I’m not happy.

It makes me feel better to have my arse kicked in the gym. Even though I might complain when it’s actually happening.

I’ve been writing the alphabet every day with my left ankle. I think if it’s still hurting in a week, I should go back to the hospital.

What a pain in the arse!