They felt sorry for my half frozen bag of baby lima beans I was using, originally uploaded by Suddenly Single.
Okay, Okay, Okay. I get it. I need to heal it before I can push it any further.
Last night at the gym I could feel that I shouldn’t be running. I switched up the incline and just walked. The new hiking shoes proved to definitely need some breaking in. After a mile I decided to be smart and just do some circuit training and let my ankle fully heal.
Sitting down on the mat, my new shoes gripped the surface and didn’t slide when I came down. My ankle twisted in a way an ankle shouldn’t be twisted. If I knew I wouldn’t have gotten kicked out I would have yelled what I was thinking in my head at that moment.
I could see my friend Mark’s face as he said, “I told you so.”
Shut up. I don’t want to hear it.
On the phone call later that night to him I said, “Hi, guess what? You were right.” Total deadpan he replies. “Good thing I was sitting.”
Driving into work was pleasant. I can walk on it, I just can’t give it any sudden jarring or twisting in a stupid way…the car in front of me slammed on his brakes and I nearly burst into tears as I had to follow lead.
My half frozen bag of baby lima beans on my ankle looked truly pathetic so my co-worker brought me his ice pack with a foot wrap. I’m sure there is another way to have done it, but I hurt…and I like that fancy bow!
One week. That’s all I am giving this damn thing. Not really sure what my other options. I’ve already tried the SIUCC method, but I guess the ankle doesn’t really give a shit when *I* am ready.
I’ve cussed, yelled and threatened it, but it won’t listen to me.
Sounds like certain people I know.
Until then, I look like ice pack fashion icon.