Bring it on!

Last night was a really hard night. No, Carson wasn't up all night. Instead, I was in excruciating pain. I went on a run last night. It was supposed to be week 2: run 2. Instead it was run-for-15-minutes-and-end-up-crying-because-you-can't-walk-on-your-ankle. Ya. It was brutal. Here's how it went down.

I reluctantly ventured into the cold to go to the gym. I get there, stretch out all nice and good and begin to run. Now, my ankle has been hurting for several weeks, but nothing like this. After a few minutes it's hurting pretty nice but I kept going. Then, at about minute 15, I can't step on it. I text Ross and ask him what to do. He said to come home or, that he'd be happy to come get me. I hobble, literally, out of the gym and make it home. He meets me at the car and helps me inside. He has an ice pack and some medicine ready and waiting. I ice-advil-hot bath-ice it and am finally able to put pressure on it again. I mean, seriously, it was horrible. It was way worse pain than when I broke my wrist. I was crying, frustrated and just plain ticked off. Why won't my body cooperate with my 5k goal? So, after elevating, icing and advil-ing my pain away last night, I can sorta-kinda walk on it today. I think it's safe to say that I'll be taking a few days off for my ankle to heal and then it's back to 3 days a week. There may also be a trip to the doctor in there somewhere, just to check things out. I don't think that this much pain is normal or healthy. I just hate, hate, hate going to the doctor. I'm afraid that they'll give me some sort of crap diagnosis like tendonitis and tell me to just take it easy. Blah.

The thing is, it kind of just adds more fuel to my fire about accomplishing my goal! It's like...Body? You don't think you can do this? Well, I'll show you! Bring it on.