I went off the side of the road to remove my shoe, knowing I was probably done with the run. It looked like my foot was already starting to swell and it also hurt to put weight on it so I had a good feeling I had done some damage. Kyle, a close friend and training buddy, was with me at the time and pacing me on his bike. We were two miles from his house so he rode back to get his vehicle to give me a ride back. I hobbled off the road, out of sight, and laid on the ground with my foot elevated on a picnic table, in disbelief with what just happened. I was in pain and doing my best to hold back the tears as I was extremely upset. At this time, I’m three weeks out from my first race of the season which is a Western States 100 qualifier. Qualifying for WS100 is my main goal for the first half of the year and certainly no easy feat. Up to this point my training was going very well and this was my last week before I began to taper for the race.
I was finishing a hard mile repeat workout (6 of 8) on a local neighborhood road one evening mid-January. It was beginning to get dark so as an oncoming car was approaching, I stepped onto a curb to get out of the way and my right foot didn’t catch the curb. My foot slipped off and I rolled my ankle with all my momentum and weight coming down on it. The pain I felt was worse than anything I had experienced before when running on uneven surfaces that may cause the ankles to turn. I could feel (almost hear) something tear, which felt like three pops in a row. The feeling was like that of a flexible plastic straw kids drink with, and stretching it really quick.