After the awesome high of this past week I am suddenly finding myself sinking into the mother of all depressions. Somewhere around the 24-25 mile mark into a 60 mile plus training ride yesterday my ankle started to hurt. It was faint at first, but as the miles started to pile up it got more and more serious. By the time I got to my campsite I could barely walk. The pain was so severe that I had a friend come and pick me up this morning by car; there was just no way I could bike 60 miles back to DC.
What is truly scary is that I had the exact same thing happen to me about three weeks ago. At the time, I thought I was over-training so I decided to get off the bike for a week or so and that apparently did the trick. But now, I'm petrified that it could be something more serious.
So here I am, having some green tea at a coffee shop in Dupont, fighting against mounting depression and contemplating next steps. I have a 3:30pm doctor's appointment where I suspect I will be referred to a specialist. Given the time window I am working with, even just a recovery period of 3 or 4 weeks could potentially scuttle this trip. On the other hand, the last thing I want is to find myself in Kansas in the middle of the summer with a bum leg looking for a way back home.
I'll send an update when I know more.
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