So it was back to the hospital....again, and a MRI scan to hopefully shed some more light on my ankle injury.
It was a long walk to the remote MRI unit at the hospital, but the cheery assistant who walked me to my destiny, told me amusing stories of how people who had not declared metal implants or body piercings literally got sucked up to the roof of the scan unit due to its strong magnetic forces!
I had been looking forward to this all day, a chance to be on my own in my little world away from the stresses of the modern world, and 25 minutes of rare 'me' time. I think everyone needs 'me' time. That's one of the reasons I run and one of the reasons I run mostly trails rather than roads.
One moment you're stuck in the office with phones ringing, emails, deadlines; the next in the middle of the woods without a soul around and everything stripped back to just the basics.
I managed to distract myself and focus on the music that was playing. A strange choice of dance music that wanted to get my toe tapping rather than relax me, and rather bizarrely it seemed to pick up a local pirate hip hop station with the DJ chatting to his mate...Bizarre!
Any way after my 'me time, I was told I now needed to wait until I was given an appointment from the specialist to review the scan.
Hopefully it wont be too long. The ankle does seem to slowly be improving, so its a case of upping the cycling next week along with introducing some swimming and then fingers crossed I'll be in good shape to start running again soon.