Why must you thwart me?

It’s like something doesn’t want me to run the Death Race.
Or really make any of my running goals…
Let’s recap my Death Race travails.

  • Doing it alone. My friends have better things to do. (Like having children.) Fine. I’ll show them.
  • I hurt my knee. Thought to be a torn meniscus, but possibly only bruised. I got better.
  • My hotel reservation is cancelled. Okay, I’ll go with Tent City. Not nearly as nice, but approximately 14% of the price.
  • Possible job in another country: Will they even let me run the race?

Well, we get to add another item to the list: Twisted ankle.
I was running today, along a route I’ve run dozens of times. I stepped on something incorrectly and a lot of pain. A LOT OF PAIN. I hobbled a couple of kilometres to my friend’s place and was able to get a ride back home after they finished the run I was supposed to accompany them on. My plan to run 50km today was cut down to 9km. My ankle is very visibly swollen. I have faith it will heal quickly. But all these setbacks are getting discouraging.
In other running information, I drove all of 60km in Canada last week. I ran approximately 85km. But I also took a flight to Seattle and drove 50.8 miles. And I don’t see me doing better this week. I’m staying off my ankle as much as possible.