I ran. I ran, I ran, I ran. And I am happy to say that my ankle survived my first post-sprain run intact. It definitely felt a little sore, but it wasn't a sharp or strong pain, so I kept on. I set out to do 4 miles, and did just that. (No more, no less, although I had to talk myself down from doing more than what I set out to when I encountered the packs of Potomac Runners on the trail. Shockingly, I kept my ego in check and ran smart.) I am debating whether or not I will run tomorrow or wait until Monday. It might do me good to rest since I spent the last 8 1/2 hours painting in my kitchen, and my muscles are sore from that. We'll see what I'm feeling like at 5:45 tomorrow morning.