I can't run. I can't jump-rope. I can't even descend stairs without looking like an elderly Asian gentleman. (Not because Asians walk down stairs funny, but because I'm Asian. Duh.) I can't push off with my left foot, and anything that requires a decent amount of ankle flexion -- deadlifts, box jumps, push-presses, etc. -- is uncomfortable.
After two grueling workouts last week -- neither of which demanded too much ankle action, thankfully -- I benched myself for Friday's WOD to give myself a chance to recover. (And it's a good thing I did, because Friday's workout was 5 rounds of 500-meter rows and 400-meter runs. In other words, hell on earth.)
And after 5 days off, I am mentally ready to go now. Rest is awesome, but I've been itching to move around for days. I literally can't sit still anymore. This morning, when M got home from work, I ducked into the garage to do a bunch of sumo deadlift high pulls and push-presses and box jumps and wallball shots. (One must prepare for Fight Gone Bad this Saturday, right?)
Unfortunately, I quickly discovered that my ankle does not get along with push-presses. Or box jumps. Or wallballs. And when I grabbed my jump rope tonight to go practice double-unders, I came to the realization that I can't even do single-unders right now. And now, as I head off to bed, my ankle is aching again.
This is driving me crazy.
