Lessons from a rolled ankle

I haven't been blogging because I've been insanely busy at work, and because our computer is having motherboard problems, and because this rendered me cranky:



and let's face it, who really wants to read someone complain?

Guess how I sprained my ankle?

(a) Tripped over a root while on an early-morning trail run.
(b) Failed attempt at toe stand during a Bikram class.
(c) Returning shopping cart at Publix while wearing not-unsensible wedges.

If you guessed (c), ding ding ding! you are correct. As soon as I went down I knew it wasn't like one of my "usual" falls (oh, I'm a chronic faller). I had to will myself to get up and hop over to my minivan, where Caroline was buckled in and waiting for me. I could not put any weight on it for the first couple of days, but I felt like it was probably a mild sprain, because it really didn't swell much at all. And sure enough, by day three I was able to hobble around a bit, and it's gotten progressively better -- still sore, but it feels steady. I haven't tested it yet with a run or yoga, but honestly, I really think my biggest danger is just walking around in the world.

While I was out of commission (over Memorial Day weekend) I read that certain widely-discussed trilogy that is, ahem, not The Hunger Games, so now I can join the important national conversation about who should play Christian Grey (although it is very hard to see how these books can be turned into movie that is legally permitted to play at The Rave). I haven't decided who should play him yet, but I can tell you which of the frequently-named contenders should most definitely not: Robert Pattinson, Zac Efron, Ryan Gosling. No, no, and hell no.

One thing I learned about myself in being immobile for even a short period of time is that a lack of exercise turns me into a complete bear. I had just about decided that exercise does nothing for me, but apparently it exorcises actual demons, so I guess I'll keep it up. And it did make me realize all that I take for granted, like, oh, being able to get from the den to the kitchen without hopping on one foot. So I have a renewed sense of gratitude for my health and ability to move, and I hope I remember that the next time I'm cursing the alarm clock at 5 a.m.