Monday, March 03, 2008
The ankle has felt better and better with each passing day, but it was with some trepidation that I slipped on the flats for my last leg of the relay after seeing the conditions of the "road" I'd be on for 5.5 miles. It was pretty much washboard dirt and gravel interspersed with collapsed veined sections where water had eaten away the surface, which made for bad traction and plenty of opportunities for ankle snapping. Still, I knew I'd really have to roll over the second half of the course in order to finish with a good time, so I opted for the racing shoes.
Once I finally crested the sadistic peak in the middle of the profile, I threw all caution to the wind and started bombing the twisting downhill with abandon, skidding along whichever edge of the road gave me a better line through the next curve. After about a minute of this I knew whatever strain I'd had was long gone, and it was a great feeling to just let loose and fall through the hills.
The legs don't feel quite as trashed as I'd imagined they would, so I enjoyed 7 easy miles yesterday around 7:30 pace and 10 this morning at just under 7 minute pace.