March Madness

[Sweder]

A routine five-mile rollercoaster across the downs early this morning.

Routine that is but for the ankle brace, deployed following the recent drop in temperature.
In 1996 I took part in a spectacular road traffic accident in the States that shortened my rented Ford Mustang – just 18 miles on the clock when I picked it up at IAH - by three feet and broke a small bone in my left ankle. The fracture never truly healed, leaving a hairline fault in the Lateral Malleolus, the lower tip of the Fibula. This reacts in cold conditions, causing a disturbing ‘click’, an occasional reminder of a lucky escape.

The injury has played no part in my brief running history and I had no real concerns that it would today. The ankle strap (available from all good high street chemists) reduces pressure on the ankle and gives me added confidence to tackle the bumpy terrain. Anything that makes you feel better about a run before hand is almost certainly worth a spin.

A comfortable lope in a shade under 50 minutes, eclectic soundtrack courtesy of Planet Rock.