It's Wednesday, which means it's a running day. We're up to: Run 13 minutes/Walk 2 minutes and then do it three times. AAAAAHHHHHGGGG! I was totally rocking the 9 minutes/2 minutes thing, so we'll see. My ankle has been giving me grief. It gets horribly swollen every time I run, even with icing and elevating it. I can't run every other day, I can only run every three days. The actual break site aches sometimes, but I have no idea where the swelling in my ankle is coming from. I'm pretty sure that if I'm going to keep running in the future, I'll need to have my bolts taken out of there. I had a consult a year ago about that. It's a simple office procedure. Slit the skin open, take a power drill and back those babies out and then stitch me up. I don't know if I get good drugs for that or not. Probably not. Hrmph. And then I walk out the door with about a month of low impact restrictions and then? I'm free to break it again. But apparently, once you break a bone, it grows back stronger? Plus, I'm not taking the actual rod out. The one that goes from my ankle to my knee. Just the bolts that held it in place when it was first pounded in there. So, we'll see. In the meantime, I have a race to run. 18 days from now. Wheeeee!
Last night, I went with my girlfriend and her two dogs to Woofstock. Every year, before they drain the city pools, they have a night where you can take your dogs to "swim." It was PACKED! It was INSANE! Dogs running and jumping and barking and chasing other dogs and this poor, poor rabbit somehow got into the mix at one point. But everyone was so, so happy and laughing and smiling in the sunshine and cool fall air. What a joyful thing it was! I totally want a dog now.=