My alarm went off at o'dark thirty this morning, and in not-so-short order I decided to skip my run. Then five minutes later I caved in, got up and went. I knew I needed to find out how my knee was. And the knee was great! Hit that great stride, keeping up a great pace, nothing really hurting at all... until the last half-mile when my Achilles went "Hey! I'm here!" Bad enough that I had to stop running and start walking. A few steps, it felt okay, I ran a little more and then "Hey! Still here!" Stop. Walk. Start to run again. Repeat. So now I've got a sore Achilles and a slightly swollen lower leg. I can sort of Rest it here at work, can't really Ice or Elevate it comfortably, so I'm Compressing the hell out of it. Luckily I have slippers stashed in my office because my foot won't fit into even my flip flops with the ace bandage on.
And I almost ran my five miles in under one hour. Stupid leg.
Cheers,
the CilleyGirl
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