Oops...I did it again

For those of you who know me from my childhood, this should be an indication of what happened. Yes, I broke my ankle last Thursday....while running...or at least I broke it when I fell. The lower part of my fibula...broken. I am now in a walking boot for the next 6-8 weeks. Lovely...the only good news about this is I fell on my left side so my left ankle is broken and I can still drive.

When this happened, I walked back about 1/4 of a mile to my car. My boot camp instructor said he thought it was a sprain becuase I was walking on it. It hurt like nobody's business...so much so, when I got in my car, I sobbed like a baby. I called the hubby and told him. Then I called my docotor. I drove over to the office, he thought it was sprained, drove over to radiology and as I was heading home, my docotor called to tell me it was broken and that they had made an appt. with an orthopedic surgeon. This was all before noon. By 2:00 I was on my way home with my new friend, the walking boot. If I had high heeled tennis shoes, I would walk fine. It has been many years since I have broken an ankle and I forgot what a pain it can be at times. I am really glad I have the walking boot instead of the cast. I can at least take showers. Just when I was training for a 10k marathon....Life comes at you fast.