Then it happened!
The friend I was running with is Deaf and we were talking as we ran (kinda the point of running together, right?). Because I was watching him sign, and because the path had a slight slope towards the river, I drifted to the edge of the path and stepped right on the edge of the path. Down I went. Hard! It really felt like there were hot needles being pushed into my ankle from many angles. I have sprained my ankle before, pretty badly actually, and this was as bad as any of those other times for sure. My running partner had to run 20 minutes back to his car and come rescue me. So, what started out as a great run, with a great friend, and a beautiful sunrise over the water, turned into a potentially race-ending injury for this May. However, I am going to be optimistic that I am going to recover and be able to get back on track for this race. I will not be de-feeted!
