Today was to be a 6-mile race pace (~9 min/mi) run. Like last week, I brought my son so he could ride his bike, and I also went out with my pastor.
Rob, my pastor, has been having troubles with his back, and said that he can usually avoid it from hurting if he runs 4 miles or less. So the plan was to run the 4 miles, then head back out on the path another mile & back, making 6 total.
After the 4, my son decided he was through. Rob lives three blocks from the bike path, and offered to let Gregory go with him until I got back. Gregory was fine with it, so they walked off while I started on the final two.
Almost immediately after starting, I twisted my ankle on the edge of the paved path and went down. Hard.
It flat-out knocked the wind out of me. I've fallen down quite a bit, but the impact made me feel like passing out. It wasn't like the other falls I've had, where you sort of slide and roll, this time it was more like falling straight down onto my knees.
I drove back to Rob's house, got cleaned up, and headed home with my son. Shortly thereafter we needed to go to a meeting at the church. At the meeting, I looked down at my feet and saw my ankle. It's the one on the right.
It had swollen up to about three times its size! After ice & elevation this evening, the swelling's gone down, but I'm not running for a little while. I'm certainly not doing my scheduled 11-mile long run tomorrow. I'm keeping an eye on it, but don't think anything's broken or torn. I just need to get this thing healed up.
