Frustration is an understatement

I got up this morning, cheery and well rested and fancied going for a run. Since my latest injury last week I've been resting, doing my exercises (intermittently) and mostly avoiding flat shoes like a good girl.

I thought I'd just test the water and see how it went. After about a mile I felt brilliant and all was well with the world. I didn't even mind the sun.

It didn't last long. At about mile 2, my ankle had done enough - so it let me know by a strange flexing/popping sensation in an outer ligament. I finished up at 2.5 miles. 2.5 miles is insulting to running.

So frustration is an understatement. I think I need to really see a foot expert about this. The physio helped for a while, but I think this is more mechanical.

I have an NHS podiatry appointment on the 30 July so I'll swim, cycle and perhaps do very short light running until then and wait and see what they say. A friend of mine has also given me details of an excellent private podiatrist so I might get 2 opinions. But I think the time has come to face the truth - I think I need inserts.