I'm talking about how yesterday I had a cankle. What is a cankle you might ask? It's when you don't have ankles. Your calf just goes right into your foot.
Urban dictionary definition:
The absence of a defined ankle on a person - whereby the calf of the leg merges directly into the foot. The calf appears to replace the ankle - hence the term "cankle".
I achieved this by running on a trail on Tuesday and rolling my right ankle. Around 9.5 miles into a planned 12 mile run I came down on a root or rock. This is always unsettling and is pretty painful. At first I tried to run it out but it became apparent after about 50 feet more of running that this wasn't going to be the case. Sometimes depending on the severity you can just run it out and it feels better. This was a bonefide ankle sprain I believe so I was forced to walk it back to the car a little more than a mile.
What was I going to do now? "I have a race this weekend" was my first thought. I received some great advice from my friend Daniel who's had more than his fair share of traumatic rolls and cankles, and also from my brother-in-law, Leo. They both said to "RICE the hell out of that thing." RICE stands for rest, ice, compression, elevation. An old remedy for well, anything that you injure - but amazingly this works particularly well for my cankle situation.
http://sportsmedicine.about.com/cs/rehab/a/rice.htm
I woke up Wednesday and my cankle was as big as a softball. I gave it an ice bath every so often, wrapped it up in between, and sat on the couch with my ankle 4 feet up. Toward the end of the day the swelling was about half of what it was and I was in a lot less pain. I'm not one who usually does a good job of taking care of myself recovery wise, but I guess the idea of not racing this Sunday was enough to get me motivated this time. I've got a lot less Cankle now and more ankle. Going to give it some more rice today and now I'm thinking I'll be good to go by Sunday.
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