I'm blogging this a few days late, but better late than never I guess. I ran up to Provo Canyon to the Timpanogos Park and back with Larry and Wayne. On our way back down the trail we passed Josse and group of runners she was with. The run was rather uneventful until about 1.5 miles from home. I had been running towards the center of the road all morning because it was dark and I didn't want to step on anything on the side of the road. We had just turned a corner and I looked back to see if Larry's dog was still with us. As I turned forward I was suddenly limping in pain. I had apparently stepped on something on the side of the road and rolled my left ankle again. Larry was a little behind me and looked around in the early morning light for what I had stepped on. He said I must have tripped on a shadow. I always have to find what I stepped on so I limped back a few steps. I couldn't see anything either, but then I saw the round golf ball-sized rock less than a foot from his feet. It was well disguised. As usual, I tried running it off as we headed home. It wasn't long before it started feeling a little better. It hurt pretty good all day Saturday, but I was able to walk on it.
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