Hazards in the Road

3.20miles 37:45 11:48 pace 7:20am 73degrees

The storm that blew through last night left scattered debris in the park. Trees are down. Golfers are navigating around wayward trashcans and benches. I was excited to be out there in the cool air. I'm not sure what I stepped on, if I stepped on anything. It may have been a twig or a clump of Spanish Moss. I may have been distracted by the view around me.

Whatever.

I rolled my ankle. Spectacularly. I almost fell but I didn't. I wheeled my arms and righted myself and then I started talking to myself. Out loud.

That always cracks me up. So I started laughing.

Are you following me? I'm running, I'm floundering around, I'm talking out loud and then I'm laughing. I'm not WITH anyone. There are people around me and I'm in a park where many, many junkies and schizophrenics reside.

Moving on.

That's what I decided to do. I moved on.

I tested out the ankle. It hurt like a mother but I could ambulate. I walked gingerly for a little minute, then I decided I could do more. I was less than half a mile into my run. There was no way I was going to waste a morning or beautiful weather. I sped up to a jog and finished my run.

I came home and elevated the foot and applied an ice pack. I don't see any discoloration. There may be some mild swelling, I'm not sure if I'm imagining that or not. It's slightly tender. I'll ice and elevate through the day.

I'm going to see a movie with a friend later but I'll take it easy for the most part.

I'm really glad I kept going. So many times in my life I've let a small hit stop me in my tracks. I believe that was my habit of living in fear rather than curiosity and developing confidence. I choose the motion option.

©Michelle Scofield, August 16, 2013 All Rights Reserved