Darn Ankles

The brusing

 I sprain my ankles multiple times a year and rarely do I get to tell a good story along with it.  This weekends is no exception:  Running down Nettleton road talking to Gaby and...."Ugh not again.  On the stupid road even."  There wasn't even anything to twist my ankle on.  This time I heard the pop felt the searing heat and immediately decided I didn't care.  I'd walk it off and then finish my 13 mile run.  (I was about 2 miles in).  I have a race next weekend Orca's Island 50k and I'm still going to go despite the brusing and swelling.  I've been RIICEing like crazy this week I just can't let these cheap models slow me down.  Maybe in my next life I'll get better ones. 

Diesel and Sophie are so not impressed by the swelling.