I post this because it is apparently my current "theme song" (aside from the relationship themes in the song...and the running part. OK, so it really doesn't apply, but everyone should have to endure this earworm).
Last night I not only had the fastest 30 mile ride of my life (with the Tues. night women's group), but it was faster by about 2-3mph...wow. And on a bum ankle, nonetheless. I'm sure a lot of this has to do with being well-rested. During heavy race season I was usually dealing with low-level exhaustion from training. Or taking it easy in preparation for races, which for a while there were 1 every 2-3 weeks.
Because of the ankle injury I hadn't done anything remotely aerobic or taxing for 10 days. In the meantime I caught up on sleep, too, since school ended and there were no early mornings getting my rugrat out the door for 7:30 carpool.
During last night's ride my ankle felt mostly very well, too. Though I have found that unclipping my left pedal really is tough. My pedals are on the lightest resistance, but this is still quite tight and requires a good deal of torsion of my heel outwards to release. There were a few moments where I thought I might not get unclipped. It's truly astounding how weak that ankle is, now. I no longer have much in the way of pain...just some mild tenderness if I step a certain way. But it's quite stiff and at about 25% the strength that I feel from my right ankle.
So not being able to run is not the end of the world. And next month's century ride--my first--should be go! Monday DH and I are planning to ride 60 miles or so, again. By then I am hoping that my left ankle is that much stronger and unclipping my left foot will not require so much effort. That is my stop foot and trying to switch to unclipping my right at stops is asking for trouble. It would be kind of like trying to switch to writing with my left hand after all these years of being a righty--only with the risk of falling down on asphalt with a bicycle on top of oneself every time one attempted to switch hands.