Born on a sunday
Sunday 24th of september 1995, that’s when I was born. I’m what they call a ”sunday-child” and most of the time that seems to make sense. This year I appear to have run out of luck a little though. Then again, I didn’t actually run that much…
Only a couple of weeks ago I was in Sankt Moritz for a training camp at altitude. Now you may ask yourself why you’d go there when you’re still building up. Personally I found it to be an obvious choice, as I want to go for it in every single possible way. With or without injury doesn’t matter, I’ll give it my absolute all. Things started to look better steadily, but once I got home it went sideways.
When you go into surgery for something like haglund, there is a possibility for scar tissue to form. Though not much scar tissue has formed, it seems to be just enough to give troubles at a still too low trainingload.
Now I could go straight into surgery, but then there is a possibility (though smaller) that scar tissue will form again. The other option is to try shockwave-therapy. The latter we choose out of safety, but it will take another 6 weeks till the next check-up at the hospital. After that I may have to get surgery if it doesn’t work out after all.
In the weeks to come I’ll just keep doing what I’ve done since I was 15 years old, give it everything I got in every possible way. There is no way of knowing when I’ll be back, but I do know that I will be…
