Oh so sloowly

[Seafront Plodder]

With hardly any wind, and bright sunshine I decided to go out this morning for a last 5/6 miler before the Brighton 10k this coming Sunday.

I have plodded that seafront path many times, (recently in total darkness by the light of the moon) and have always managed to avoid turning an ankle on the stones that the recent high tides have washed up.

Not this time.

1.5 miles into the run, whilst I was staring out at the ships on the horizon, I stepped on a stone with the edge of my left ankle, and turned it. It is the same ankle I tore the ligaments in back in around 1983. It has always been a bit suspect and perhaps prone to injury but thankfully up until now I've been lucky.

Iced up and 2 nurofen later, sadly I now know I will not be running this Sunday. It's ok to walk on, but not good enough to plod.

I still may well pop along for the aprés plod, and to cheer Team RC as the dash for the tape 3 abreast towards glory.

There will be other races.

Bugger!