Running 43:00 [4]
(injured)
This was one of those rare days when I practically had to boot myself in the rear end with my own running shoe to get out the door. I had planned a busy, efficient day, with a meeting in Orangeville, several long work-related phone calls, a couple of writing projects, a few Christmas tasks, an evening party - and a lunchtime run and leg strength session to fend off the sluggishness.
But a construction crew arrived first thing in the morning with 3 men and a bulldozer, ready to dig trenches for a project that I'd expected to happen in the spring. This meant a day with lots of noise and knocks on the door, and people working outside the curtainless windows of the room where I would have done my strength exercises if I weren't so shy. Argggh! At least I managed to hide in the bedroom for awhile and make some of the phone calls. This may be the first time in recorded history that a home owner has been disappointed when a contractor showed up *earlier* than expected.
The machines fell silent around noon, and I dragged myself out for a trail run in Palgrave West, even though my brain wouldn't stop stressing and making "to do" lists. I wasn't structured enough about it to call it interval training, but I accelerated to top speed about a dozen times for very short distances. I was thinking that I never run fast, and it would probably be good for my body to experience the feeling of a faster pace, and maybe start to feel more comfortable there eventually.
So this sounds like a Story With Happy Ending, where I didn't want to go running, but triumphed over slugdom by going out nonetheless, and then I felt awesome for the rest of the day. Well, it was going to be a story like that until late in the run when I stepped in some mud and crunched my bad ankle - arggghhh! I've been trying to wean myself off the Active Ankle brace on relatively smooth trails, and obviously my healed foot isn't as resilient as my uninjured foot used to be. I spent a couple of minutes swearing at no one and cringing at the pain, then I started to get cold, so had to start walking on the foot. I limped for a minute, then it wasn't so bad. I was still cold, so I managed to jog/run home. One hour and two ice applications later, the swelling isn't nearly as serious as I've seen it, so my fingers are crossed. It was a big crunch, and there is pain on the inside and outside of the foot, so it seems like a lot of soft tissue was involved.
CRAP.