Dropping To Bits

June 2020: Right foot - plantar fasciitis. March 2021: Right foot - sprained ankle. July 2021: Left foot - No diagnosis available.

On the verge of my 29th birthday earlier this year, I recovered from a sprained ankle and began to cling onto my youth. Knowing the older I get, the harder it will be to maintain my health and recover from injuries, I set the goal to be the fittest and strongest I had ever been and fell in love with running. 

Like most keen athletes, I began documenting my workouts and the body transformation I was undergoing, keeping accounts and tracking my progress. After hitting the 5KM mark in a single run, enchanted by the bright neons paving my way and the strangers who found peace in the night, I started to document the routes I took. Abruptly, my time running was halted when I woke up one morning, barely able to put my foot on the ground.

I once again found myself being stretchered through accident and emergency and scanned and studied, jabbed and prodded by doctors to determine why I cannot walk. Still, the cycle always remains the same: exercise, regain confidence and strength, push harder, get injured, rest, recover.

Going in laps.