
Also that morning I ran the AF half marathon. I was a bit of an idiot and played in a soccer game the night before and sprained my ankle. It didn't hurt too bad at the time. I was able to walk it off and finish the game, but come the next morning at 4 am when my alarm went off to get up for the race it killed. Luckily, I dug around in the dark and found Derek's old ankle brace and wore that for the run.
I got a small blister from the weird rubbing, but it totally allowed me to run my race. My ankle did hurt the first mile or two but then loosened up. I ended up running my personal best at 1:51:03. My legs are dead now though: walking is painful, stairs are the worst. I look like an old lady hobbling everywhere, and Derek has had to kick it up a notch to cover for all that I am too incapacitated to do.
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