Monday was my birthday. I set the alarm a bit earlier than usual and got up to go for a run. It felt like I would be starting off my 32nd year the right way. As I neared home I experienced what can only be called an unfortunate freak intersection of darkness, an icy patch, a pothole, some slushy mess, and my awkward coordination. I rolled my ankle. Hard. Something popped. I had never experienced anything like it. By some miracle I managed not to fall and slowly walked/limped my sorry self the rest of the way home.
This picture was taken within the hour after returning from my run.
This picture was taken tonight as I was waiting to have my foot and ankle x-rayed.
The good news (I guess) is that it isn’t broken. For the next several days I will continue to practice the new acronym I learned today – RICE (Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation). Ah, the joys of growing older…