My ankle generally doesn’t hurt; it reminds me it’s there with a gentle, almost subliminal throb. (Unless I try to wiggle it and flex it and work its range of motion; THEN it’s unhappy.) I’ve only walked, not run, this week.
And I am going to switch to just the bike tour for Sunday.
I’m trying to tell myself it’s not totally wimping out to do so. I’m older (grumble) and slower to heal than I was 15 or 20 years ago, and if I really pound the hell out of it, it’s going to be an even longer recovery.
Anyway, 26.2 miles is a respectable distance, even if it’s on a bike.