Toward the end of June, my left ankle began to make some complaints. It's what'd I'd consider an ache more than anything, a dull pain at the most, but still, combined with some general running fatigue and once again a failing Garmin, my enthusiasm for running and for the streak was waning.
Don't get me wrong, I didn't want to quit streaking -- today will be day #188, which is officially more than halfway through the year -- I can't stop now, can I? No, I didn't want to quit running, but I definitely needed some kind of break.
Since last week was busy anyway -- my SIL was visiting all week and we packed our days with fun times and it was the 4th, which was, as Norah described, "the best day ever!" -- I figured it was a good time to scale the mileage back to the minimum. So, last week I only ran 20 miles. Not that I've been running any BIG mileage this summer, but downsizing to 20 miles did feel like a significantly easier week, and I think it helped the ankle feel a bit less grouchy.
Still, I have a watchful eye on it.
If only all my joints could be replaced with bionic ones! I'd never have to rest again!
Plus, I'd probably be a superhero or something.