Running Chick

Five miles on the schedule tonight. I had planned on doing them pretty easy. My legs were still feeling a bit tight after Saturday’s long run and sore from something. Maybe yoga on Sunday?  Seems weird, but okay.  I also had a headache, and generally felt meh.

Not able to come up with a really viable excuse to bail on my run, Josh and Zoe and I headed out the door.  The first two miles were on the slower side due to lots of cars being on the road. Zoe isn’t doing so well with cars. She’s skittish and flighty, so instead of having her dart into the road, we stop and wait until the car passes.

Just before the end of the second mile, I caught the edge of a pothole and rolled my ankle.  It hurt like a sonofabitch. I heard a snap when it happened and for a minute I was freaked that I broke it, but apparently it was just some random snapping noise.  We stopped for a few minutes so I could walk it off and continued on.

And the somehow we just kept on going faster for each mile (10:35, 9:41, 8:47).  Zoe, who mostly trots along beside us no matter what speed we go, actually broke into a run on the last mile.  I had been leading the pack for the majority of the run and wouldn’t you know it the last .25 mile is uphill and I couldn’t hold the pace anymore. Josh (who is a big cardio machine since RAGBRAI) went on ahead and finished and I came along shortly after.

It was a pretty decent run for someone who had originally planned on going out easy.