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I’ve gotten a little over-confident in my old age.

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The girls dorm was sponsoring a 5k run for breast cancer. 5k’s are my favorite because I can do them without dying. I was fairly optimistic about the run. Other than being a little sleepy eyed above, I was ready to go!

I had my tunes. I had my runkeeper app that I love. I was sporting pink, as all breast cancer runners should. Also, J Man had told me that I was going to place 2nd, so I had some expectations to live up to. He’s super smart, so I was fairly confident.

As soon as we started, someone called out behind me that a car was coming. I was already on the far right hand side of the road, but I went over a little further, just to be safe.

It was then that the universe spit on me and said, “I hate you.”

I slipped on something (gravel, pothole, air?) and my ankle totally rolled. I went down. Hard. I tore up my hands, ripped a hole in my favorite Under Armour running tights and was absolutely humiliated.

At least 5 people stopped to help me up and they encouraged me to walk the rest of the way. I was maybe 1/8 of a mile in.

I’m no sissy.

It didn’t hurt that bad.

I walked for 30 seconds and then ran the rest of the way.

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That’s a pretty unflattering picture of me coming in to the finish line. I wouldn’t have posted it, but it’s my proof that I ran in spite of my injury.

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Well, there’s some more proof…

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I’m pretty happy there. But then it really started hurting, like really. And the nurse on site said I should go to the doctor and Matty B and I, just the day before, had a conversation about his unwillingness to go to the doctor, so I felt like I needed to set a good example.

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FYI: the ER is cold. Also, my blood pressure was 76:45. I think the nurses thought I was dying. They should have probably been paying more attention to the lady in the room next door. She sounded like she was dying.

After a round of X-rays and an up close and personal introduction to a horribly unfashionable boot, it’s just a bad sprain.

And no running for at least two weeks. Are you kidding me? The holiday season is just around the corner! Apple pie is calling my name! And I’m just supposed to sit around?

It’s gonna be a long two weeks…

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12 responses »

  1. Bad sprains can be most painful and take a long time to get over. Ask Matty B.

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  2. I’m sorry you’re hurt. Take care of yourself.

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  3. Outch! Looks bad! Least you got over the line, good on you! I suppose two weeks out of it is better then a month! 🙂 And the nurses were probably worried about the blood pressure readings. (Don’t take it seriously, because I’m not even first aid trained! – I just have a level 3 in human biology) but it was low. Maybe because your really healthy. Hope your recovering okay! 🙂

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  4. Ooooooh, that looks rough!

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  5. Way to run for a good cause.
    So sorry about the sprain–boo!
    Love you!

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  6. You are missed at HVJA! So sorry you injured your foot! What are we going to do without your yummy food! We love Mr Gang, but he will never be a Holly Bryant regardless of how hard he tries!! Well, no I haven’t really seen him trying to be you. Give your children and hubby a hug from all of us at HVJA!

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