We spent last week in ATL, for work, and also visiting family.
It was a great time. At one of the tech parties, we had our caricatures done, which was fun:
The downside was that I rolled my ankle on my run on Wednesday. After the caricature party, we arrived home and I found myself the owner of a stiff, painful foot that hurt to walk. I iced. And I was scared.
I woke the next AM to similar stiffness and inability to walk. I iced again.
By Thursday PM (after E's mom bought me an elastic ace bandage which ended up being way more helpful than expected), it was clear that I would make it through, and quickly. E's father took advantage of my convalescence to get me to commit to driving his 1985 Porsche 911 to the detailer's (no one else in the family is comfortable driving a mechanical stick shift). I have to admit, Friday's diversion of detailing, plus coffee at the nearby cafe and reading CAFC's Oracle v. Google Ruling, followed by post-lunch high speed road driving and donuts in local parking lots? Well, it was a fabulous way to spend half of Friday not working.
Overall, the running was not as impressive as it otherwise would have been, thanks to the concerns about the rolled ankle: 19.33 miles total with only 5% at high intensity. In fairness, I can only blame Thursday and Friday on the ankle. The big failure was Sunday -- ridiculous weather with torrential rain kept me off my feet. But, overall, I'm just happy to be healthy.
I celebrated the new week with book club. The meeting to discuss A Study in Scarlet was educational and enjoyable. If nothing else, we were all in agreement that Book 2 was a crazy surprise, and not necessarily a welcome one.
Looking forward to a good run tomorrow!