It's been over a week since I sprained my ankle, and the slowness of the healing process is really pissing me off. Yes, the groin pull was annoying, and the torn hands weren't fun. But they're pretty much behind me now, which clears the way for me to obsess over my left ankle.
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.