Before setting out on my very first ultramarathon – the 250km Atacama Crossing in Chile – I partially tore my anterior tibiofibular ligament, which is on the ankle. I had to wear a moon boot (a type of adjustable cast) for six weeks, almost all the way until the race itself.
It was incredibly frustrating, especially since I’d done all this preparation leading up to the event. I had to go through rehab and build up the strength I needed again – both physically and mentally. I was absolutely crushed. It was the closest to melancholy that I’d felt, especially since I’m a typically upbeat person.