Before finally deciding to drop off the race, I call Bridget. Bridget is an Ironman finisher, as tough as runners come. She is the person I can count on when I need bad advice ;-)
It takes me under five minutes on the phone to decide that the pain in my ankle is no reason to stay away from the trail. "Just pop a dozen ibuprofens and take it easy on the run" is her advice. Pretty much what I wanted to hear. So while I will pass on the ibuprofen overdose, I think I will attempt the Trail Mix 25K after all.
No sooner than I make that choice, the weather forecast starts turning south. 33 degrees (feels like 25), windy (up to 21 mph) and snow showers. Too late now, the decision has been made. I will hit the trail in less than 3 1/2 hours.
Good luck! No reason to start doing the rational thing now. ;)
ReplyDeleteI hope that I was at least in the running for the honor of giving the best (worst?) bad advice. It is a point of pride for me.
You were definitely in the running... I was just worried that if I called you instead of the 12 ibuprofens you'd had me eating some chia seeds. There is a limit to how crazy I want to go. Chia seeds belong on clay figurines sold on the Home Shopping Network and nowhere else!
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