I skateboarded just about every day for about seven years. About three years back, I was skating and a hurt both of my ankles at once. My left one was sprained pretty well, but my right one just sort of got tweaked. I hardly felt any pain in the right one, but it was probably just overshadowed by the pain in the left. After my left ankle healed, I started to try to skate again. I could never skate for more than maybe twenty minutes of without experiencing pain or discomfort in my right ankle. I would always stop for fear of hurting it badly once it started to hurt. I would try to skate every week or so to test out my ankles only to find that the pain was still there. The weeks turned to months and I started to feel uncomfortable on a skateboard – a terrible feeling for someone who has skateboarded every day for seven years. For those twenty minutes or so I could skate, I sucked bad. I was scared to do things I could have done with my eyes closed before the injuries. Every time I skated, a few things were sure to happen: I would be terrible at it, I would get extremely angry, and I would hurt my right ankle. Eventually, I just sort of stopped skateboarding. I became depressed. Looking back on my life, all the best times, all the best stories, all the best friends, every one of my fondest memories, were so because of skateboarding. I remembered always wondering what the hell people who didn’t skateboard did in their spare time, and now I knew – they sat around depressed watching tv and playing computer games. In those three years since I stopped skating, I’ve watched one of my best friends turn ameteur (that is, start getting paid a little for it, in addition to getting free boards, and product from his sponsors), another friend become a professional skateboarding filmer, and both of them tour all over the world for free. One of my friends just turned pro and gets royalties from his pro model skateboards. I was, and still am jealous beyond words. When I watch my friends skate, there’s nothing I’d rather do than skate myself.
Fast forward to maybe four months ago. I was out with my friends, and a bunch of them had skateboards around. I thought I’d try my luck and borrowed one. I skated for twenty minutes with no sign of pain. I still sucked, but I didin’t feel any pain. I skated maybe 20 minutes more – just flat ground tricks and such, and i started feeling a slight discomfort, but not as much as before. I decided that I would start skating again. I figured my ankle must be healed by now, and the pain I was experiencing was probably just due to the fact I wasn’t used to skating anymore. And besides, sitting around on my ass for months didn’t seem help it any. I figured I could start out slowly and easy, and just skate until I felt some discomfort, and slowly, my ankle should build itself up again to where I could skate all day. So I began. I started skating once a week again. It felt like I was learning to skateboard all over again. I was akward, and sucked, but I was getting better. It seemed to be working as planned. After maybe three months of skating 'till the pain came, I skated a full five-hour session one night, a full four hours beyond the pain. I was just having way too much fun to stop. I progressed about 3-4 years in skateboarding in those five hours. I was still way behind my pre-injury self, but I didn’t care. I felt a massive weight lifted from my shoulders. I felt no pressure to be good at all, as I had convinced myself I did have an excuse for sucking. I wasn’t even lusting for that feeling of accomplishment like I had been all those years. I just wanted to have fun. I felt like I was reborn into skateboarding, but this time, into a more pure form where how good you were bore no relation to how much you enjoyed it. I went to sleep that night tired, happy, and with a sore ankle. I woke up with happy with sore legs. No worries – I knew I just needed to get used to it again. My ankles had outlasted my legs! I gave myself a week for recharging. After that week, I started skating every few days. My ankle always eventually started to hurt, pretty bad sometimes, but I was determined to tough it out, convinced it would just take some time to build itself up. I kept skating even after they started to hurt, and my ankle was always fine after one or two days, and meanwhile, I’m feeling great on a skateboard. I figured out a way to sort of keep the strain off my right ankle, as usually the pain comes from the pressure landing on the ground a certain way. Now, instead of landing hard on my feet, I usually just fall to the floor. One such time, I got smashed up pretty bad. My ankle was fine though. I got up and tried that same trick that just wiped the floor with me, only this time, I went twice as fast and grinded twice as long, and I landed it perfectly. I’ve had a taste of heaven, and I’m not giving it up.
Two days later (last night) a friend and I went skating. We had been skating my friend’s rail for maybe an hour or so when I landed just right, so that I felt the worst pain in my ankle I’ve ever felt since the first time I hurt my left one. The instant I felt the pain, It felt like God had just screamed in my face, “WHO THE FUCK DID YOU THINK YOU WERE KIDDING!!!” and I don’t even believe in God. I screamed at the top of my lungs, came to the realization that I would never skate pain-free again as long as I lived, and felt the pain shoot up from my ankle to my chest where it became devastating heartbreak, all before taking a single, hobbled step. I stood up, limped over to my skateboard and rolled over to sit on my friend’s tailgate. I sat there thinking, tears streaming, that there’s no fucking way I’m letting my ankle get the best of me. I don’t give a fuck if my fucking foot falls off. I’m not fucking stopping.
Anyone have any ideas on how to fix my ankle? How would, say, a pro baseball player deal with something like this? Are there exercises, or stretches, or something I can do? It hurts at the top of my foot near the joint. It seems to only hurt when I land on it a certain way, and unfortunately, that certain way is a pretty common way to land when you’re skateboarding. In the three years since the injuries, I’ve run countless miles, climbed mountains, played hide and seek, and even football without so much as a reminder of my ankle’s condition, but every fucking time I set foot on a skateboard, pain.
Any ideas would be appreciated. Thanks.