My Olympic ambitions were dashed to pieces today when I twisted my ankle on a training run. I was running along, thinking to myself, "Boy, you're pretty fast. Yeah. Maybe you can get a personal best in the 10K this weekend. Yeah. I'm quick. Yeah. AAAARRRRRGGHHHH!!!!! MY ANKLE!" I seem to do this every two years or so. Same ankle. If I'm lucky, maybe I'll be able to run again in 10 days or so. Last time, I was out for 3 months. Maybe it's time to switch to rollerblading.