No issues with the ankle today. In fact, I think it feels a bit better than yesterday. I’m not going to push it though and keep with my one day on, one day off schedule.
Richard: Yeah, I DO need to do a spin class (or three). I’ll check into that tomorrow!
Dr Miller and Lesley each have this month’s articles posted on their respective websites. Make sure you go take a look!
Okay, this is gonna sound really stupid after this morning’s post but I had a longish run today at lunch. Sister Corinne called me up and asked if I’d be up for our old four-sisters route. I hummed and hawed and finally said, “I’ll give it a go”.
It was pretty hard going. Especially in the first 15 minutes (and first hill). My achilles were really tight and I was constantly aware of the potential for damaging my ankle.
Interlude: Sheesh! Am I ever sounding like a whiner!
Back to our regularly scheduled program: After those first few minutes, things loosened up quite a bit. We weren’t setting any speed records and my breathing and heart rate were showing me some pretty poor fitness indicators but I managed to gut it out fairly strongly.
The ankle feels alright but final judgment on that is left for tomorrow.
It was great visiting all five sisters even if four of them kicked my ass…Ok Ok, actually all five of them kicked my ass.
Oh well. Such is life! 
I’m beginning to see why Aaron doesn’t like to talk about injuries when he thinks they are getting better. His experience is that just when things seem to be getting better, something happens to show they are not.
I seem to be experiencing that same jinxing effect. Last week, I mentioned the ankle felt really good but over the weekend I realized it is not. There is a tender spot on what I am now pretty sure is bone. When the doc checked it out, he said he was 95% sure it was a sprain but there was a very slim chance of a stress fracture. He offered (and even gave me a prescription for) an x-ray but I didn’t follow-through because he said stress fractures usually don’t show up on x-rays. At the time I asked myself, “well then why are you even offering to have it x-rayed Doc?”. The answer came from a work colleague who explained that, in Alberta, you must have tried an x-ray before you can have an MRI. MRI’s see everything in detail and likely would find a stress fracture if it was there. The problem with MRI’s here in Alberta is that the wait list is usually months long so, by the time you get one, you are probably all healed up.
So, it looks like I just need to be patient. Ramping up running mileage, frequence or intensity would probably be really stupid since if I do have a fracture, it would likely make it worse or at minimum extend the healing time.
In case you didn’t guess, I did not run this past weekend. I’m gonna go out for 40 minutes at lunch today and just enjoy the fact that I can at least do that.
On another note, Finter is still with us. You gotta like that!
I realized I’m a bit late but Happy Thanksgiving to all you American bloggers!
How long is Thanksgiving? It’s like a month or two right? 
How ever long it is, have a great time being grateful (a wonderful sentiment).
Getting back on the horse is a good thing.
Today was probably my best feeling run ankle-wise since the marathon. It felt pretty decent both during and after the run. I’m gonna try for two days in a row tomorrow. If it holds up, I’ll know it’s really on the mend.
I’m amazed how much cardio I’ve lost in the last month. The positive side is I’ve been here before and know it will come back just as quickly.
On another note, I got my first troll today. He/she left a comment about my last post not being at all funny. Funny thing is, I know it wasn’t funny. It was just silliness. Anyway, that’s the beauty of the blog isn’t it? I get to write what I want and you get to read it or not read it and comment if you want. Of course, if you are a troll, I can just delete ya right out of here which is what I did – but now I kind of wish I would have left it. Getting your first troll is something of a landmark I think?
It’s all good. I hope you had a nice visit Mr. Troll.
I was running along today and along came this, this whatcha-ma-call-it. Ouch! Man, that hurt! Who thought of those things?
The one I climbed today is called Bellamy whatca-ma-call-it and it’s strange cuz I have this not-so vague memory of running up it many times prior to my last marathon.
Guess I have some re-learning to do!
I have not had particularly intelligent or productive days this past week.
First of all the SPAM issue was driving me NUTS and taking up too much time and thought.
Then yesterday, Lori’s van broke down with electrical problems so I had to run home and get the little red dayhome bus on the road again. Then I ran back to work and said something stupid to Richard (me and my big mouth). No, I’m not going to tell you exactly what happened but I will say that in the end I had to pull my size 11 foot out of my mouth. Luckily, I have a big mouth so I didn’t require a shoehorn. Anyway, after some information from Richard (who has graciously forgiven me) all is fixed.
Thanks Richard.
I’ve been slowly adding people to the RBF map. Hang in there folks. Life seems to be getting in the way of my grand RBF mapping plans! That goes doubly for a couple of people who’ve asked for a complete running blog. I apologize for keeping you waiting.
I am so far behind in my blogging and blog visiting. I’m also not running very much lately. All this is making the Running Blogfather very cranky.
grrr…
The good news? I’ll be running at lunch today. I’m sure the world will be a much better place by then!
On average I’m running every second day now. Today was definitely better than my last run but the ankle is still not quite right. Oh well, at least running easy on this limited schedule seems to be allowing for some heeling + keep my sanity. The ankle seems to be a tad better each day but MAN, it is such slow progress. I guess it could be worse so I’m not gonna complain too much. Waaaaaahaaaaaaa! (was that too much?)
Anyway, I managed 40 minutes and pushed a bit harder in the last five minutes of today’s run. When I got back, a fellow from the gym asked if I had a hard run. I said, “Yeah, it felt hard to me but I don’t imagine it would have looked too hard to someone watching me!”.
I wonder if the reason he asked me that question was that I looked really tired?
