Oh the Ankle Dictator thinks he can trick me. He brought me a gift that he thought I'd love; wrapping it up in fancy little paper with a great big bow thinking I'd be impressed. Cleverly gifted was the promise of sleeping in. One would think the gift of extra sleep would be welcomed and I won't lie, the first day or two the Ankle Dictator snagged me hook, line, and sinker. Not anymore. While in training and after 4 days of hard running, I'd earned a day off of running therefore allowing me to sleep in. Oh how sweet that day was. Now that I have them every day, they aren't so sweet - more like the sweetness of a sour patch kid.
After a week of snow, ice and finally rain, we were blessed with a day of the most incredible sunshine and blue skies. I'd look out my window and every thought was consumed with how it was incredibly perfect running weather. I cursed the Ankle Dictator. As my sprained left foot is needed for the clutch in the car, I couldn't even drive my convertible. Sigh. I bought a latte instead. It made sense at the time.
Saturday morning I wouldn't have to get up early to meet my friends for a high mileage run, leaving me with the freedom to make plans for Friday night. We invited our friends Suzanne, Jim, Karen & Tim over for a friendly (?) game of Pit. Not one of us could remember the last time we had laughed that hard, each declaring our abs were getting the best workout they'd ever had. We rediscovered cheek muscles and the next morning they were still sore.
The Ankle Dictator and I continue our stare down; but I will take my laughter-induced sore abs and cheeks and begin a new workout. And I will workout hard in hopes to gain some of the endorphins running gives me. When the sore muscles come, I will sharpen my stare at the Ankle Dictator and when he least expects it, I will wink at him. Hopefully it'll fluster him enough to forget about my ankle.
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