Head wasn't in the game

BIKE: 30 miles in 2hrs, NT to PdS
RUN: 30 mins and 2.3 miles

We'll get to the run. The bike first.

TD and TH joined me for this. It wasn't a widely advertised run and in the end I was happy for that. I just wanted to ride with people who knew me and knew what I was getting ready for. A small, trusted group was perfect.

What wasn't perfect was my mental state. Flat. Dry. No energy. No life. Blah. From sleeping poorly last night to my crappy grab-whatever breakfast to my lack of interest in doing this ride, the whole morning was just going poorly.

The ride was great though. The cars were nice to us, the sun was behind clouds, the roads were clear, and we had a quiet wind that tailed us on the way home to make it even better. I was worriedx10 about crashing or having something go wrong. That didn't happen until the run.

After the bike I really didn't want to run, but I knew I should. Part of me wanted to, the part that is OCD triathlete. The other part of me just wanted to .... do .... nothing. Not sit, not eat, not rest, not run, not train. I couldn't explain it. Or shake it.

TH and I took off to run. I figured I'd get into the run in a mile or so. I did, just not in the way that I expected.

About a mile in we came to the end of a new street from which we had to step over the curb into rough dirt and grass, and BAM. Rolled the left ankle. OW OW OW OW OW OW. And OMG I'm going to throw up...heart racing, pain, sick, hot, sweaty, scared. All at once. I'm so glad TH was there, she's so calm and level, if I'd have been alone I don't know what I'd have done. I quickly fell to get the weight off the ankle, and so there I sat in a weedy former-field. Waiting. Wondering.

I didn't hear anything crack. I could move it without more pain. It was more of a painful tingle from my 4th and 5th toes all up towards my calf on the lateral side. I stood up after a few minutes. I didn't hurt more to hold weight. I started walking. And fought the urge to throw up. Fight it. Fight all of it. The fear and panic and worry. Just calm done.

We started walking. That was OK too. It hurt, but I could do it. Eventually we started running again, slowly, but moving. We turned around to get back to the vehicles and end the run. It did hurt. But not as bad as it did in March when I really injured it. So maybe this wasn't so bad?

By the time we finished, it still hadn't swelled or purpled. This all seemed like good news. I ran some errands on the way home (WF and BRR) and was just mindless. Wondering how this will all pan out. I just gotta wait and see how it feels later. :(