My Saturday morning plan to run 21 was dashed pretty quick. David, Bryan and I ran up the steps to the top of Mt. Bonnell. Since it was dark and since I'm so clumsy, I stepped off a rock ledge and sprained my ankle. Hurt like hell. Once I'd figured there wasn't a break, I ran another 8 miles slow. Probably a mistake, but I needed the miles. Barton felt good. Iced for an hour while eating breakfast. The shower hurt like crazy. I've iced it all day and it feels much better. I'm hoping to wake up and redo my long run tomorrow. I'm supposed to meet Kami and Tom Williamson, Margo and Al and John Rabushka for 7 to 10. I'm either going to run zero or 14 depending on whether it's still swollen in the morning.