Shit shit shit. Bloody bollocks. I have done something to my ankle - I was one mile into a three mile run, and turned a sharp corner into Hogarth Road when my right ankle just gave way. I had to stop immediately, and then when I tried to walk on it, it was agony, sending shooting pains up the outside of my shin. I hobbled back to G's as I was near there, and sat on their sofa with a bag of ice on it. Now I can walk on it a bit better, but if I lift my foot off the floor and point my toe downwards, it fucking KILLS!!!

This is all I need but it will be better in the morning. I'm going to try the positive thinking thing.