It is 4 pm and the running clothes are already stacked on the table. I will be going running around 7 pm. I checked on the weather. The temperature is predicted to be 21 degrees and the wind SW at 9 mph. It has been snowing lightly since the morning. There is an inch and a half of new snow on the ground. I have to be careful to pay attention to the slick spots under the snow. The high temperature was above freezing on Wednesday through Saturday and most of the old snow melted. It created icy patches where the water from the melting snow ran on to the sidewalk and then froze when the temperature dropped again on Saturday night.
Last Tuesday, Christmas Eve, while I was enjoying a quiet run and admiring the snow and the Christmas lights on the houses, I took my eyes off of the pavement for a minute, stepped on a chunk of snow, and fell down spraining my ankle in the process. Yep. It was not one of my finer moments. It wasn’t a bad sprain as they go. I have been running for over 30 years and have accumulated an extensive knowledge of sprains along the way. I have gotten much better over the years at Paying Attention. It still sometimes happens, though, that my thoughts drift at the wrong moment.
I didn’t go running on Wednesday or Thursday. I gave my foot and ankle the hot/cold and deep tissue oil treatment during those days. I filled one tub with hot tap water and the other with cold. I put my foot in the hot water for a minute and then switched it to the cold water for a minute. I repeated this 4 to 6 times. The tubs are deep enough that the water covered my ankle.
After drying off, I rubbed the deep tissue oil into my ankle and foot. By Friday, the swelling was gone. I could put all my weight on my foot and raise myself up on the ball of my foot without my ankle hurting. I went running on Friday and Saturday. Last night, I decided to take the day off mostly because it was too cold. My foot was fine with the day off. Currently, my ankle feels a little bit sore, but good enough to go running.
The feels like temperature on Christmas Eve was around zero degrees. I was surprised that I felt plenty warm. The thumb on the hand holding the water bottle was the only part of me that was cold. I kept switching the bottle between my hands so I could tuck the thumb in with the rest of the fingers and warm it up. The last photo shows my favorite lights from the run on Christmas Eve.