All was going well (as most stories begin that show how the "going well" stopped going well), as I was on the schedule toward a 10K or half marathon (I was waiting to see how much I'd progress in the first couple weeks to see which schedule would work better for me). I wasn't posting because I was in the groove of running three times a week and doing X-training the other 3-4. And then . . . . Chicago happened. Went there to return to the past (see old places I lived, etc.), when I fell on a sidewalk that stepped down just the littlest bit (but I didn't realize it). Suddenly, I felt like I was falling from an enormous height (but it was only 5'4") and rather nastily twisted my ankle. Hurt like the bejeezes--got ice to put on it, a glass of wine for some general anesthetic, and took ibuprofen for swelling. It hurt quite severely, but kind of magically, I was able with a particular stride to not feel it all that much (I guess once the initial pain signals stopped firing, as long as I didn't wrench it along the injured tendons/muscles/etc it wasn't going to complain). So I walked that day and the next. No running though, and I've worked at home for two days where I've been mainly at the computer. Swelling is going down, discoloration is, well, changing, but not getting worse. I think I lucked out.
Which means . . . . I will keep active this week in a moderate way, and then try to return next week to some light running and strength training, seeing how that works. I am cutting back on what I eat and not drinking at all. Feel better in that regard already. I can't take in any extra calories if I'm not as active as I have been, so I hope there will at least not be any net gain. And that's what happened after "all was going well."
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