I ran 11 miles yesterday (yay), but then woke up with a wicked sore throat this morning. I was on the couch in my fleece pants most of the day, drinking lots of tea and swabbing my nose with Zicam every four hours. I was kind of flipping out about the training time I might miss if I really am getting sick. Around 5:00, I took my dog out for a walk, and the there was an altercation between my dog (who is a complete pussy and just did the "curl up in a ball, then hide" defense) and one of the three crazy dogs that live in the dorm next door. As I was trying to get my person between the two dogs, I was dragged down a quite uneven and tree root laden hill by my dog. I swear I could hear him screaming, "RUN AWAY" (and in his best Monty Python voice too).
ANYWAY, in the process, I rolled my right ankle pretty badly. I made it the 30 feet to the door of my building before I was crying. Then I got in the apartment and was in full on waterworks. It wasn't about the dog. He was fine, and dogs just do that. I was in quite a bit of pain, and FREAKING OUT. I know it's not broken or anything, but I know this will put me out of training for at least a week. Normally I would love to not have to run, and for one whole glorious week. But I am supposed to run a marathon in 67 days. Oh wait, I'm also supposed to run 13 miles in 6 days.
I was raised on rest-ice-compression-elevation (R.I.C.E, in case you are bad with acronyms), so I have had an ice pack strapped to the ankle off and on this evening. Hopefully the ankle will be less tender and swollen tomorrow morning, but I am going to head over to see the trainer to see what he tells me. He may say a week, he may say two weeks, or he may say to stay off of it for two days (keep your fingers crossed for option C). On the upside, I haven't noticed my sore throat much.