So, I didn’t run 10 miles. I was supposed to, and thought I did, but I didn’t. Here’s what happened: we ran a different way on the trail at Creve Coeur Park. Because there are several trails, it’s easy to go on the wrong one. That’s what happened. Instead of running 10 miles, I may have only run nine. And the worst part happened during the run. A certain stretch of the trail is on rock. If I don’t look down, I could trip. I was finding the run difficult, so I looked up at the leaves falling off the trees above. It happened. I tripped and rolled on my ankle. I wasn’t sure how bad I was hurt, but it went numb right away. I tried to take it easy for the rest of the run. Afterwards, I realized it was sprained very bad and I’ll have to stay off of it for a while until I recover. I hope it’s better in time for next week’s run. 
At least I got my snow cone:
