My attempt to run 42.2k today was going well. I was feeling strong in terms of my energy levels, and my back & knees were holding out fine. At the 17.7k mark, one little mis-step on a small rock on the trail was enough to twist the ankle. While it didn't initially hurt at the time, I knew it was only a matter of time before my run was doomed. It's like the Titanic hitting an iceberg. While I had initially planned to do an out and back loop and come in for a gatorade break at 22k, I knew that if I stopped, the ankle would seize up almost immediately, as that has been a consistent pattern for the past 18 months whenever I sprained it. I tend to sprain the ankle about once a week on average.
So I decided to carry on over to the pond and do as many laps as I could until I reached a state of near dehydration. at the 25k mark, i knew it was time to head home, so I did. I really wanted to run 42.2k today, but I knew that calling a quits at the 28k mark was the right thing to do. Better to cut a training run short and live to fight another day, than to do something stupid that would take me out of action for weeks or months.
28k in a running time of 3.44.39 is still an excellent run, given where I am at with my training. The best thing about a training run, is there's really no official finish line, which means there's technically no official failure for coming up short. Oh well, I think I had an excellent effort and I hope I did a good job honouring the Boston Marathon victims.
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