I wore shoes to give my ankle a little support. It's still tender. It didn't bother me running, but I think I'll take tomorrow off to be on the safe side.
My body's not doing so great. I woke up with a mild crick in my neck and a pain in my left hamstring. Once I started running, I realized my right ankle was bothering me, too. Finally, the ball of my left foot doesn't hurt or bother me, but it still feels slightly different than the right foot. I think I'll try to cross-train tomorrow.
I ran on the artificial practice field both Friday and Saturday. It wasn't easy! On Friday, I looked up on the athletic department website what time the field was listed as "open recreation". I went during that time, but it was closed, locked, and vacant. I went in the gym, where the person at the desk tried to tell me that I couldn't run on the field during "open recreation". That just meant that I could reserve the field if I had an entire club that wanted to use it. As I began to indicate that I didn't believe this was a very viable interpretation of the term "open recreation", I was referred to an office. In the office, the person I talked to apologized for having the field locked, but expressed surprise because "no one had ever really wanted to use it during this time before." So they sent someone out to unlock it, but he didn't have a key. At this time it started to rain, so I stood around in the rain waiting for him to walk all the way back, and someone else to come with a key. It was finally unlocked - all so I could run half an hour barefoot in the rain.
From the apartment, I found a mostly-grassy out-and-back that takes just about half an hour. Nothing equivalent to an arroyo tempo loop, though.
I figured out that there's a pretty grassy path from my house up the median on Charles street to the baseball field, and I also successfully had my first time getting kicked off the baseball field by a self-righteous bitch who did not even want to run on it herself; she only wanted to use it to stand around in a polo shirt holding a clipboard.
Snuck onto the baseball field. I'm not sure how serious they are about not letting anyone use it, but no one bothered me for half an hour, at least.
