Yesterday my best friend Jenn and I did a 5k. This is part of our recovery program for runners that race badly. We were so the opposite of how we normally are. We were relaxed, knew very little about what we were supposed to do and laughed and waited calmly for the start. What we forgot is the difference in the type of people that run a 5k or 10k. After pushing our way through the first mile, it got a bit better. We both had great negative splits but more than anything we had fun and were calm. And just because I was curious, I had to check. Jenn got 2nd in her age group and I got 3rd in mine!
Fast forward to today. I sleep until about 10 after getting home at 1. I did make all the events I was planning on yesterday, even just for a little while. Realized when I woke up, I had forgotten to eat when I got home as I had planned on. Got up and had my usual whole wheat bagel with raspberry jelly. Went out for my 11 mile and knowing it was going to be sunnier than I really wanted. My plan was to hold back my pace to about 9:40. I couldn't hold back much better than 9:30. I had a nagging ankle pain all week and didnt think much of it until about 4 miles in and it was killing me. I made it another .5 mile before I stopped to stretch it out. The pain was piercing. I had no idea it hurt that much. I gritted it out for another 2.5 and knew I had to pull back and walk. It was a miserable 4 mile walk back to my car. It took all I had not to cry. Not because of the pain but because of what this injury could do to my plans. So Im here debating on going to the ER or just calling my dr first thing in the morning. I think I will wait for tomorrow, no point in wasting the remainder of my day in the ER.
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