AM. I was going to give my ankle a rest this morning. After sleeping in until about 8:00am I decided I'd at least go put in a few easy miles and see how the ankle felt. I looped up around the elementary school and as I was coming down 1600 N I saw Kevin headed up the other way. I had only "run" about a mile, at 10:00 pace, but I felt just good enough that I decided to join him. He was headed up to the mouth of the canyon. His daughter was running down the canyon with the soccer team. We got to the mouth of the canyon just as they were finishing. Kevin asked her if she wanted to run the 3 miles back home with us, but she said she was good. They all looked pretty fit but also looked like they had put in a good run and were pretty tired. We headed back home. Twice Kevin asked what our pace was. That always makes me nervous because it seems that whenever the pace is mentioned Kevin gets faster. The last two miles were 7:53 and 7:22, with 6:40 for the last 0.2 miles. Average pace for the 7.2 miles was 8:28/mi. I'm icing my ankle now, but it doesn't feel any worse than it did before the run. I'd describe it as a dull ache, not a sharp pain. Ankle pains are fairly common for me, so I'm not overly concerned. I'll just continue to keep an eye on it and try to listen when it warns me to back off. PM. Our family gathering today included an extended game of Ultimate Frisbee. I think it was 8 on 8 most of the time (men, women, and older children) but our team had 3 "fast guys" versus their 4 "fast guys", so it seemed I was always chasing somebody. It was a good workout, and lots of fun. We played for a long time, so I'm adding a few miles to my mileage.
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