Ankle

Phew. The right ankle, rolled in the Thompson Island 4K ten days ago, is, I think, okay. Now. Initially, I thought it was going to be fine right away, but it swelled up much more than expected the next day. I was supressing a freakout about Reach the Beach, just five days away now, worrying that I'd screwed that opportunity.

I was, unusually, wise and conservative, resting, icing like madman, elevation, nsaids, protein. Elliptical once after four days, 52 minutes, hard, then another four days rest, then today, the moment of truth, swelling down to *almost* nothing, ready to test it out.

So, 5.5 miles I ended up doing on treadmill, had no plan, just playing by ear. A surprisingly great run. The rest time yielded a springy energetic run, the ankle is *fine*! Like pretty much totally, didn't really need ACE bandage I gingerly administered. Still slightly fragile if I move it *just* right in the wrong direction, but fortunately, strangely, that direction is an unnatural position for running.

Five mile splits were like 7:22, 6:59, 6:49, 6:44, 6:24. Not bad at all. Thank Evolution. Maybe one more run, treadmill or road, before Reach the Beach.

Really dodged a bullet. I'm done with cross county courses (I rolled me left ankle, much much move severly, two years ago one mile into a Turkey Trot 5K in Newburyport, MA - foolishly finished, 21:28, up on my toe, making it much worse, idiot). Despite a fair amount of wobble board exercises which I do, my ankles may just not be suitable, or maybe I'm just unlucky, or maybe I'm just 47.