Day 100 - Indianapolis Die-Hundred

Running in Indy…

Is on the schedule today. It’s going to be in the 90s, but nothing I’m not used to coming from Florida.

A 45 minute session is on tap, Zone 2 work.

Nothing crazy, just good old-fashioned aerobic work.

I wake up, grab a quick Uncrustable out of the hotel fridge, and pound it along with some water.

I have a new hydration vest to wear today. Hydration is something I am realizing I need to get significantly better at.

Today should be good practice.

I walk down to the gym, heading to get a 45 minute upper body push session in prior to the run.

The lift goes well and soon I am out the door and greeted by the humidity.

It feels good to get an immediate sweat going. I’ve always enjoyed that.

Probably why I prefer the wet heat of Florida to the dry heat days when I was living in Oklahoma as a GA.

The run starts off swiftly, the body is feeling good today. The heart rate is staying in zone and soon my warm-up is done and I can begin to pick up the pace.

I am about 8 minutes into my run, just entering the park, when disaster hits.

Looking off to my right, down the river and past the upcoming bridge, I veer slightly towards the edge of the path and my stride lands me directly on the sloped line of the asphalt.

My ankle gives quickly, my body even faster, and I am soon on the ground, gravel in my palm.

Blood is running down my leg from a banged up knee, but my right ankle is screaming.

I look up and down the trail, no one saw me at least, then pull myself back up to my feet.

The ankle immediately feels tight and I can tell it is starting to swell.

I begin to walk, limping down the trail and call my wife to get some emotional support.

I’m pissed, but as I keep walking it and talking it starts to feel a little better. A little being the key here.

After hanging up the phone and reassuring her I’m fine (I’m not), I decide that this is a good test of my will to continue my run.

I start to jog, each step a reminder of what had happened, and am soon running the river at about a 9:30 pace.

Continuing down the path through the city I decide that there is no stopping now.

The run finishes with 4 miles covered, over 3 of those with a bum ankle, and head back to the hotel room with a limp and an ego that is sitting somewhere in a middle ground.

After showering the ankle is swollen. Like really swollen.

I’ll post a pic below, but it looks like there will need to be some training modification here for a bit.

Day 100. Just adding to the adventure…