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7 miles. Track. Ankle is officially Not Happy With Me.

It's strange, however—this pain is qualitatively different from the chronic tendonitis I periodically suffer from—that variety is debilitating, and typically prevents me from walking almost entirely. This merely feels like an over-exerted set of muscles.  I'm hoping that that is a strange kind of good sign.

It played hell with my form: I know I was really babying that foot for the last mile and a half or so, but even still, I feel like I'm struggling with understanding proper posture, and how much of a lean I should be adopting. In recent past I'd been experimenting with something between the Barefoot Ken Bob and Lee Saxby methods, which (as I understand it) is essentially like squatting. It feels balanced, but slower. I will occasionally adopt a stance which is much more upright and a pronounced forward lean. Faster but less relaxed.