"Jus 1 kill will make it better." - Basement Jaxx, Jus 1 Kiss (Rooty)
12 miles is a lot of damn miles. 3 hours is a hell of a long time to be running. It's hot by the beach at 10 am.
The first 2 miles of every run always suck.
Having to wait 4 minutes for people on a bathroom break on the 4th mile will fuck with your body.
Going up hills for a quarter to a half mile are not difficult for me. Going down them is.
Sadly, hearing Ignition booming out of car during the 8th and 9th miles put me in the zone and I ran those the best.
I hit the wall sometime during the 11th mile.
I rolled my ankle right at the start of the 12th mile.
Ouch.
So, for today, it's R.I.C.E.
Rest - A little Dirt McGirt at 1pm followed by Brotherhood of the Wolf on DVD. (Catch my Punch-Drunk Love review at Time Wastin' by the way)
Ice - I need to grocery shop anyway. Might as well pick up some Cold Paks.
Compression - I don't get injuries so somebody will need to explain this to me.
Elevation - Like G-Phoria? No. Like get your fat ass swollen ankle up in the air, hoss. But I might achieve the glow while I'm playing NBA Street today.
It was also suggested that massaging the ankle will help.
Who wants to rub my tootsies?