Nothing serious, but I've injured my ankles many times. They're a mess because years ago I used to go "bushwhack jogging" in the (then trailless) woods behind my house. Countless sprains (and one fracture) later, I find that my ankles roll if I look at them funny.
In fact, I did it again last week on The Horn. Twice. Thankfully it was an easy walk downhill back to the car.
The worst was probably when I did a big loop around all of the peaks surrounding Greylock in MA. I rolled my ankle literally at the halfway point of the loop. Aborting and backtracking would have been harder since I would have had to climb out of the Hopper to reach my car, so I just pushed on for the last 7 or 8 miles in the rain. My ankle was about the size of a grapefruit when I took my boot off.
In fact, I did it again last week on The Horn. Twice. Thankfully it was an easy walk downhill back to the car.
The worst was probably when I did a big loop around all of the peaks surrounding Greylock in MA. I rolled my ankle literally at the halfway point of the loop. Aborting and backtracking would have been harder since I would have had to climb out of the Hopper to reach my car, so I just pushed on for the last 7 or 8 miles in the rain. My ankle was about the size of a grapefruit when I took my boot off.