This mornings run was anything but good. I woke up very very tired and exhausted and not feeling like running. I woke up at 4:38, a couple minutes before my alarm was supposed to go off at 4:40 so i was already feeling cheated. I have not gotten much sleep this week so I am sure that is wearing on me. Between the lack of sleep and the 10 miles on Tuesday, I just think my body is completely spent.
nevertheless, I was determined to get the 6 miles I had planned in so I took off. I hit the road at 5:05 and every step was hard. I was on my 6 mile route and just past 1.25 miles when my right ankle tweaked just a little bit. It felt OK, but not 100% so I turned around and the 1.5 mile mark. I was going to continue but didn't want to get as far from home as the 6 miler would take me in case something went worse.
Each mile.... OK tenth of a mile.... came and I just wanted to quit. The two mile mark came (where things normally get better) and things didn't get any better. I did keep going and just pushed through it. It took everything in me, both mentally and physically to get to the 5 mile mark. I wish I could have kept going, but I stopped at the 5 mile mark. I did finish with a couple miles of walking though.
My ankle feels OK, but I will need to keep an eye on it over the next few days.