Swimming tonight was a bit of a chore. It was only my second time since Christmas, and I felt it. There was nothing in my arms and kicking with one leg didn't help. Yup, my ankle wasn't cooperating. So maybe I'm not as recovered as I hoped. I could push off the wall lightly, but any motion on the down beat of the kick stretched my sprained tendon beyond the point of comfort. So I improvised. I cut my workout back by 1000 yards and pulled every other swim. I ultimately trudged my way through 2000 yards and vowed to be back on a more regular basis.
As Arnold says, "I'll be back."
Kudos to you for getting in there and giving it a shot, too bad you can't wear the brace in the pool ;)
Take it easy. Don't overdo it...