5.6...BUT I THINK I HURT MYSELF!

The running had been going very well until late last week. A week ago Monday I felt so great that I ran extra after my running buddy and I said goodbye. I thought I could go forever! I ended up going about 5 1/2 miles, the longest I'd ever run, and when I got home I had the infamous runner's high. I felt like I could do anything!! It was great. I took the day off the next day and then ran the next four days in a row. About the middle of those four days I felt a twinge in my left ankle but kept running. That was a bad idea. I haven't torn or broken anything, but my husband is adamant that I stop running until it feels better. It's killing me not to run and I guess that means I like running, huh? I started out running because I knew that would be the part of a triathlon I would dislike the most. I quickly disproved that theory. I think I can officially call myself a runner. I can't wait until this ankle heals up and I can get back on the road.