It started out as a nice morning. I had an appointment first thing in the morning, then headed home to get in a run in the glorious weather. I got dressed, grabbed by ipod and headed out. Around about 1.5 miles I tripped over something (perhaps just my own feet) and went flying.
The palms of my hands were burning, my knee bloody and throbbing, and then there was my ankle--a nice, dull ache. I surveyed the damage, managed to get up, and after I walked about half a mile, I figured I was good to continue running home. I still felt fine when I got home, so I ran around my neighborhood for another mile or so. I think that was my mistake.
After my shower, I was limping. When I went to pick up PB from preschool, I could barely hobble. My ankle is now throbbing. It's not swollen, and I can move it, so I'm taking those as good signs. But Lord it hurts! What really makes me mad is that I had a long run planned for tomorrow, and now I wont' be able to do it. Ugh.
So now I have the remaining scars from my golf cart accident ; a huge scrape from a deck I fell off in Telluride; and a knee that is red, bloody and scabby. I could compete with any 8-year-old boy for the most banged-up looking legs. And to make it worse, I can't shave over all the scabs, so there are patches that have hair spurting from amidst the scabs. See I would beat those 8-year-old boys actually.
I'm telling you me in a skirt or a dress is a pretty sight these days.
So anyway, I'm hoping that my ankle will just get better. I really don't want to go to the doctor. I'm going to see what happens over night. Hopefully a miraculous recovery!
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Ohmygosh! I can't believe you actually continued running. I would've been like a 3 year old looking around for anyone to give me sympathy. You, my dear, are a running addict. :)
Scraped knees and scars are sexy ;-) ice and ibuprofen!!!! Heal fast and well!!
Get better! Soon!
Just browsing the internet. Your blog is very, very interesting. great read.
This is why I try to stay on the treadmill. I'm known to trip on the air.
I twisted my ankle so bad when I was shitfaced at the Rose Bowl years ago and I ended up walking about 3 miles on it. It was three times the size in the morning!
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