Notes
First day back outside after a significant ankle sprain Monday. I couldn't see the edge of the asphalt under the fresh snow. 1 mile in right on cue, the first car that passed, I attempted to move off the road and stepped on the edge of the black top twisting THE SAME FUCKING ANKLE. Jesus that hurt for a few minutes. The swelling and bruising was still present from Monday. I finished the run though, because I AM a BAD ASS! Or a dumb ass... or both.