Call me graceful.
Last night was not one of my most graceful of nights.
I had stopped by some of my Mia Maids houses after Evening of Excellence. I was visiting with one of the Mom's as I slowly made my way down their front steps. I thought I had made it to the driveway but I apparently had one last step. I took a step backwards, in heels no less, and stumbled to the driveway. I knew immediately I had hurt myself good. I hobbled to the car, drove around the corner and hobbled into the house. I had that foot up, on ice and ibuprofen in me in less than five minutes. It's a good thing too. I went to the Doc this morning. Looks like a sprain and a torn tendon. Great. I swear to you, when a runner gets injured and isn't allowed to run, you hand them a mental illness. I am already going stir crazy. I am to be on the couch the first few days and use my crutches. I am looking at three weeks in the boot. The only time I get to take it off is in the shower. Super great. Should be able to run around Christmas. Great.




















































