Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Down

I joined my group of Fargo-heads for a 5 mile race-pace run this evening. We were running in tight formation as we approached an intersection. Some in the group stopped and others slowed. I lost my focus momentarily and rolled over on my left ankle. This was followed immediately by a searing bolt of pain. I grabbed Karen's shoulders for balance. The pain was level 7 on my pain threshold. The group stopped, frozen. They knew. I waved them on, but they didn't budge. I finally pointed and said "go, the light's going to change". They left reluctantly.
I walked the 1.5 miles back to my car. Tried a slow run, but that was foolish. The ankle was swelling up pretty big. By the time I got to my car it was triple normal size and the pain was intensifying.
I'm at home now, licking my wounds, and icing. I'm thinking the icing is more effective than the licking. The swelling has come down somewhat, but I can't walk. Not sure where to go from here. Fargo Marathon is 3 days hence. Stay tuned.
It's a disappointing day, but in context, it's still a good day to be alive.
Mike
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