So as you may know, my journey to the San Francisco half marathon has come to a screeching halt. Whoa, EEEECHH, Emergency brake pulled, parachute opened, the director has called “cut”! Okay, okay, perhaps I’m being a little on the dramatic side, so here’s what’s actually going down.

YAY! BC trails! *not a picture of the actual injury day
Four days ago I decided to go out for a trail run and enjoy some of BC’s beautiful outdoors, in doing so I managed to take an unlucky step, a split-second decision to step here instead of there and I rolled the crap out of my right ankle. I thought “oh shit”, realized I was “okay” and then carried on. It hurt, but it definitely wasn’t enough to keep me from finishing the run I had set out on.
The day after my injury. I woke up with my post-Canada-day-maple-syrup hangover and did a quick check of my ankle. It felt pretty good. A little sore, a little achey, but nothing to keep me from going out on my scheduled Saturday training run. I popped a few Advil and was out the door. During my run I could tell I was favoring my injured ankle slightly, but I pushed through regardless. Continue reading →
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