Running In Place

My foot feels, like, 90% better today.  It’s unbelievable considering how it looks.  Check out that cankle!

Honestly, when I first did it, I was sure I had broken something.  Once I got out of the frigid water, the pain was so bad I was nauseaus.  But I was able to put some weight on it and, with the help of a couple of the guys, gimped my way back to the raft.  Of course being the fake-tough chick I am I was all “it’s fine, I’m ok, no problem.”  But inside I was a little panicked.  I went out for dinner with the river guides afterwards and some ibuprofen, onion rings, and a couple of beers seemed to take the edge off the worry, if not the pain.  I was sure that I would wake up in agony this AM after several hours in bed allowed everything to stiffen up, but in fact I felt worlds better.  I’m stiff and sore all over, as to be expected, but as for the foot - by the end of today, and in spite of its grotesqueness, I was hardly even limping!  Halleluiah!  Now, I’ll be a good girl and bag the running schedule for this week (I couldn’t fit that appendege in my sneaker if I tried), but I’m really hopeful that this is not going to sidetrack me all that much.

In the end, even if I had busted bones, I wouldn’t trade the day.  You can sit on your couch and feel safe, but that’s no fun.  Besides, if it was me, I would eventually somehow sustain an injury from sitting on the couch.  So I might better make the most of it.