We had 8 miles on tap for that run; Diane was off on a running adventure and Cary needed to start early in order to finish in time to feed Logan, so Jeff and I met her at 5:30 am and set off. Jeff ran by himself as it was the first time in forever with such good running conditions and he was ready to run like the wind. Cary and I did our intervals and despite really having to dodge a lot of sprinklers in the first couple of miles (seriously, that is the last thing you want, to get wet from sprinklers when the feels like temp is 32 degrees), we were running along nicely. But weirdly, around the two mile mark, my ankle started hurting me when I ran. This is the same ankle that I had so much trouble with back in 2011. It's rarely bothered me in years; I'm hoping it's related to the cold weather, because I can't figure out why it would suddenly start hurting like that otherwise.
Anyway, we kept running, and the pain didn't go away. We hit mile 4, and I finally mentioned it to Cary. I wasn't sure if it would be wise to gut out another 4 miles with the pain, or if I should cut the run short. Turns out, she was having a little issue of her own, so we decided to take the back way home and ended up with 5 miles for the day. The pain was pretty intense for the rest of the day and lasted another couple of days before finally going away. I'm really hoping this was a one-time issue.
After the run, we had a nice morning inside the clubhouse - as everyone finished their run, they came in and changed into warm clothes, and we all hung around, chatting and playing with Logan, drinking coffee and enjoying a warm fire, before heading out to Blue Baker, where our baker had left two loaves of ciabatta bread for us:
So nice! Everyone enjoys this treat, although I'll be honest and tell you that I haven't had any in quite a while - my appetite after a longer run is not great. I can run 3 miles and eat a full breakfast, but if I run 5 miles? I can barely get through a toasted ciabatta roll. It's weird, I know.
On Monday I walked with Cary - my ankle wasn't bothering me much to walk, and the weather was so beautiful that I really wanted to get out and enjoy it. And yesterday, I woke up and my ankle wasn't bothering me; I really should have run, but I was sore from pressure washing our windows the day before, so I bagged on the run. The good news is that my ankle pain seems to be from the cold weather, and also, our windows are noticeably clean!
P.S. That cold front? Lasted all of three days. We're back in the mid-80s high/mid-60s low range, with lots and lots of humidity. The calendar might say it's November, but Texas begs to differ.