I’ve had a slight ankle niggle since the middle of the week. Wasn’t too much of a problem after my intervals on Thursday so I decided to run Saturday, but cut my distance back to 10K from the 15k I did last week.
Because that’s what sensible people do isn’t it. They run 10K on a dodgy ankle.
To nobody’s surprise I can barely walk today so lots of RICE going on. I’m getting the expected sympathy at home - “stupid t**t” was my better half’s considered assessment.
Hopefully will be okay after a few days rest. Not sure why I’m posting as you’re all to sensible to have done what I’ve done so not a lesson you need to learn.
The good thing is I’ve been able to get my feet up this afternoon and watch the rugby 👍