So I hoofed it downtown - wondering all the way if A.) anyone would still be there - and 2.) if anyone showed up in the first place! Well, the answers were yes and yes. So I dropped my bag, found my buddy, Amy, and we headed over to the park with our other running buddy Whitney. And then we ran hills in the rain. 102nd Street on the west side up to 105th and back. In the rain. Yuck. Did I mention the rain?
But here's the kicker - middle of my third recovery I turn my right ankle on one of these:
Stupid prickly things. Luckily, Amy catches me. I sit out 1/2 a hill and do some ankle rolls. It's fine now, but seriously? Tripping on a prickly tree dropping? Just ridiculous.
So I did 5 1/2 hill repeats. A little wussy for my intermediate status, but the whole run was about 5 miles and I felt pretty good considering how sore I have been since my 16 mile run.
And I can't wait for my first Wednesday run in more than 3 weeks! Hopefully it won't be raining. I can safely say I have experienced rain running and know how it would feel if, by some chance, it were to rain during the Paris Marathon. I don't need to do it again. Really.