I managed to trip over our front doorstep last night, and I have done something unspeakable to my ankle. At first I thought it was going to be okay, but this morning… it’s agonising to walk on, and it looks like someone shoved a tennis ball under the skin of my ankle. Gross.
My first thought, even as I fell… ‘Sh!t, I’m not going to be able to run tomorrow!’ This, more than the pain of it, makes me so angry and upset. I hate myself for being such a klutz.
Damn it all. Can’t get to my weigh-in today, either. A whole week’s toil for nothing, and now no running for lord knows how long.