I went out on a run today through Parque Municipal Llao Llao. It has an excellent set of trails that run alongside the lakes and afford a great view of the surrounding mountains.
I was about 2.5kms in when I sprained my ankle. I was distracted by the stunning views and tripped on a tree root. I checked I hadn’t broken anything, and thankfully I could still put some weight on my leg.
However, there was no signal, nor was there nearby road access. So as the sun was setting, I decided to retrace my steps along the trail to get back to the house.
I managed to find a large stick to help me hobble back, and the adrenaline enabled me keep a reasonable pace. I arrived about 15 minutes before nightfall, and Maru immediately put ice on my ankle.
It’s been so long since I’ve had an injury that perhaps I got a little lazy on this run—thinking it wouldn’t happen to me, and allowing myself to be distracted by the views.
Thankfully, this wasn’t a serious injury, but after thinking about how it could’ve been much worse, it made me think twice about how I should take a bit more care in letting people know where I’m running and for how long they should expect me to be gone for.