|Ice, ice baby.|
So I'm finally getting back into the higher mileage now that the ribs have healed, and I had an easy 2 hour run scheduled in the ravine yesterday. Coming into the home stretch, 6 minutes to go, I kicked a rock (or a root, I'm not sure which, I never saw it) and went into one of those comical stumbles that you are going down, but are able to pull out of it by overextending everything. I felt a "Twang" in my already sore achillies tendon. Doh.
I hopped and limped back to the Shrekmobile, and then my foot started to go a bit numb. Not Good. Shit shit shit shit shit shit.
It sucks to get old, but I guess it's better than the alternative. Anyhow, looks like another forced rest, luckily there are no races in the near future that I've already paid for.
Don't they say bad things happen in three's? Well that's two, I wonder what's next?