Since I have the luxury of being retired, I wait until maybe 20 min before sunrise to start running. Even though technically, I should be visible by then, I still make sure I wear a bright colored shirt or have on something reflective. I have some easy little clip on reflective things that I often use if I'm really concerned about being seen. I hardly ever wear a headlamp. The one I have doesn't seem to help much, and it's just one more thing to hassle with, so, I usually don't bother.
I'll skip ahead to blather -- on Saturday, I started my LR just a little earlier than usual, and it was definitely twilight. Plan was 16 miles with plenty of MP because my race is four weeks away. Just after mile 1, out of nowhere, I rolled the hell out of my left ankle and crashed to the ground
At first I thought I was dead. DH was still in the parking lot, setting up his bike. I called him and he said he'd come check on me. After a minute, I stood up and found, to my surprise, that could actually put weight on my foot. About then, another runner showed up, so I asked if I could run with him. Poor guy -- that was probably his Twilight Zone moment -- a little old lady standing alone in the dark at a deserted intersection, asking if she could run with him
In about 3/4 of a mile, we met DH, and after a damage assessment, decided to continue. I could feel my foot starting to swell, but it wasn't terribly painful, and the bones felt intact. I was hoping the whole thing would clear up if I just kept moving. By mile 8, I decided to cut the distance from 16 miles to 12. I was doing OK, but the discomfort was getting noticeable, and it didn't make sense to risk making a bad situation worse. In order to get in the last bit of distance though, I had to run an out and back to a local park where "Run Like a Princess," a themed race, was taking place with something like 800 participants. This was insane. I was plugging along, trying not to panic, focusing on keeping my gait steady and just finishing the effin' run, while running across the road from a throng of runners, both women and men
, dressed like Wonder Woman, Elsa, Snow White, Fiona, you name it. Talk about Twilight Zone.
The remainder of Saturday was spent icing my gigantic, technicolor foot.
Gawd. I thought it was going to explode. Sunday was about the same, except I added a couple of epsom salt soaks. Yesterday I was able to take nice walk with DH but didn't try any running. This morning, the ankle looked a ton better and I had no discomfort at all, so I stuffed the foot into a compression sock and got in 4 miles. The schedule called for 10 but
that ain't happening. I was about 30 secs a mile slower than normal, and my gait wasn't as easy as I would like, but the foot held together. I think I'll just have to write off this week and hope I can move my peak week into the first few days of what was going to be my three week taper, and hope everything comes together in time for the race.