I have a history with my beloved left ankle. It all started in 2002 when I broke it on Father's Day in a step class. 5mths before my wedding. 5 weddings that year. Me in a cast and crutches all summer. Than a walking boot. 4mths off of work. Great times.
Than on Mothers day 2003 I friggin did it again, same ankle, same spot, same class. It only took 3 weeks to heal though and it felt great.
Than on Feb. 23, I sprained it, same spot, pretty bad, same class. Off of the gym for 3 weeks, from running for good because by the time I went back I realized I was pregnant.
To today.
Neighbour had dug out a crevase along our driveway, probably because we walk on their grass. Nice neighbours but I think we ruined the grass in certain spots. Me...oh stupid me... its 85F out and I forgot to get my dd's hat for daycare. So I go back inside to get it. As I do so my foot crunches into the crevase. My outside forefoot folds over, dammit! It feels ok, no swelling. Go teach class, more sore. Put on my Birks when I get home and painful. I'm so peeved right now. I'm thinking its just a bruise right? Not a stress fracture or anything that stupid to hamper myself right? Oh please I hope its just a bruise.
Signing off the clutzy yet still co-ordinated step instructor.
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ok...I thought you must have stopped your blog everytime I went to it, it was the same post from about a month ago. Today I go and voila, loads of posts. So I was reading this one and man we are alike. We went down south to get married, came home, home a week and I rolled my foot off my sandal...and broke my foot at work of course. I too was in 2 weddings, plus we had 2 wedding receptions of our own...all in a cast. Looked lovely with my wedding dress. Maybe it is in the name :).
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