Well, I think I'm done running...at least for a bit. I didn't get much sleep last night, because every time I moved the pain in my ankle woke me up. It is quite a bit more swollen today and really doesn't feel all that great...just kind of a dull aching and very unpleasant to go up and down the stairs in our house. Needless to say I don't think I'll be able to run the Steep Hill 5K next weekend, even if I miraculously heal in the next couple of days it would probably be in my best (long term) interest to sit it out. I'm really pretty sad, because it looks like a fun race and benefited the local Special Olympics which I think is a great organization. I'm also sad, because I feel like I was really getting into a good running groove. My normal self really wants to just run through the "pain" but, in my "old age", I've become a little wiser (that and my husband would kill me, if he found out I went running after I told him I probably shouldn't).
I don't know what I'll do if I'm out for a while. I've already been going crazy today. I swept and mopped my house and brought the vacuum out to clean out all the heaters and then rearranged the kitchen a bit. I also have plans to rearrange the rooms, which will involve separating Emme & Calvin and moving Dan & myself downstairs...maybe I should skip out on running more often! It also didn't help that every time I turned around Calvin was saying, "let's go running"..."are you better now, lets go running"...
Patience has never been one of my strong suits, I guess it's time to work on developing it.
(as for the picture, I thought posing in front of the monsoon that was occurring in the background would make me look even more pitiful...did it work?)