The healthy eating, taking vitamins, no coffee, no processed foods, no alcohol, getting exercise, plan has been going swimmingly. In fact, I cannot believe how committed I have been. There have been slip ups along the way, yet overall, it has been a success. We have been walking the dogs each night or taking them to the dog park. The dogs are happy. The kid is happy. The parents are happy and all is good. The end. Right?
Not exactly. I decided to run with the puppy through the field, Sound of Music style, only there was a big hole in the field. Ungracefully and very-not-so-Julie Andrews-like, my foot got caught in the hole. I toppled over like a great oak in the forest and fell to the ground with a thud. I scraped my knee. I heard a snap. I laid on the ground, waiting ever so patiently for the stinging pain. I was afraid to stand up. We were nearly a mile away from our house in an undeveloped are of our community, without a cell phone. I knew there was no way Mr. Bear could carry me. I was in trouble.
I stood up. I felt nauseous and dizzy. Everything began to fade and I knew I was going to pass out. I laid on the ground for some time, while Allie and Mr. Bear fussed over me. It took a few minutes to get my composure. Man, that foot hurt. I could feel it begin to swell and I was getting frustrated. I did not want to go to the emergency room again.
Fortunately, as much as it hurt (like freaking hell), I was able to walk—err, limp back home. I have been able to walk on it, so I assume nothing is broken. A strain? A sprain? Who the heck knows? For now, it is fine and healing. Albeit, it looks like hell, but I will survive.
The problem here, however, is this tweaks my plan to get back to exercising. It makes me so frustrated that everything was going so well, and now this. Grrr. This is my ankle:
I totally need a pedicure and to mop the floors. My ankle is so swollen, it is ridiculous though. I am hoping to have everything under control swelling-wise within two weeks. I have a 5k to run two weeks from today.
On a happier note, here is my Obi doggy. He’s much cuter than a swollen ankle: