Ran the Shamrock 1/2 Marathon in Saratoga Springs. This course was basically three different loops off the same main road that started and finished at the same place. It was hilly and somehow seemed 2/3 uphill and only 1/3 downhill.
I wasn't paying attention to the person telling me where to go at one point, mile 9, and started running down the wrong street. There was no one I could see in front of me at the time. I heard the runner behind me yell at me and I turned around and ran back. I was mad the person directing the runners didn't yell at me sooner. I probably ran down the street for 6 or 7 seconds, stopped looked back, wondered what was going on, and then had to run the 6 or 7 seconds back.
It's a miracle I could run with my ankle looking the way it does. It still has a big bump on it, swells up when I sit for any length of time and hurts to rub on just about anywhere on my foot. Somehow it hardly hurts to run though, which is an answer to prayers.
I felt good running the race I think mostly on account of my taking so much time off for this stupid hamstring issue and my ankle sprain. I felt well rested and that makes a big difference for me. | 