A sprained ankle during Friday's speed work I never expected the pain would lurk. An long run invite to run with some the best, Keeping up with the girls, I hoped my ankle wouldn't pest. But company in town and a finicky foot, I knew I wouldn't make it, quite simply put. A late night decline, cancelling for me was not a good sign. An early visit to the gym, I prayed the treadmill would kindly treat my limb. Every machine was full, the gym was packed! More treadmills the gym did lack. I notice an opening, I jump at the chance but soon find out I was as disillusioned as Lance (Armstrong:) A half of a mile is all I could stand, my gait was off- especially on my land. So off to the elliptical to supplement today's run, looking out window, I really missed the sun. Seventy minutes too long on the ellpitical but today it seemed the most practical. Needing a change of pace and carrying a little denial I jumped on the treadmill to see if I could run a mile. One mile turned into five, it made me feel alive! Burning legs and pouring sweat, it was time to turn it up to pace. Although no pain, I knew immaculate healing was not the case. Ninety five minutes for twelve miles- By the end I was not all smiles. Wrapped ankle and compression, the pain would dissipate- Fast healing is something I can anticipate. Note to self... backing out of a run is not something I like- Next time I'll join on the bike! -Happy running
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