Sitting on the bench . . .

A few months ago, thanks to the inspiration of a good friend, I got a wild-hair and decided to start running (like the jogging variety), mostly for the sake of my health. I forced myself through those first few painful weeks, and realized that it wasn't so bad. Then I decided to take it a step further, and I threw in a couple days each week at the gym, and had a nice little routine of running and working out going on. I was even inspired to sign up for a 5k last month, and decided to do the same thing this month. So, through a lot of time and hard work, I felt pretty good about the race I was going to run this past Sunday.

And then karma struck . . .

After laying out all my race gear for the next morning, Zander asked me to give him some loves and carry him downstairs. Being so wrapped up in enjoying every second of his embrace, I missed the bottom stair and collapsed to the ground with Zander in my arms. Fortunately, Zander was just fine and landed on his feet. Unfortunately, I was not so fine and landed on my ankle. Can you tell which one?

Yeah, not so mysterious. As I lay there clutching my ankle and screaming in pain, the first thing I did was realize that the race the next day was not going to happen for me. And I was so bummed.

A trip the clinic the next day revealed just a severely sprained ankle, nothing broken thank goodness. But it still didn't look too pretty. I officially have a cankle.


Thankfully, I'm being taken care of by a great pair of hands.

So here I am, all gimped up, throwing myself a HUGE pity party these past couple days. Everyone tells me to stay off my feet, but do you know how hard that is with two small children that are in school and various other activities? Thankfully I am surrounded by some great friends who have been so kind to give me rides when needed (thanks Heather), offered to take the kids off my hands (thanks Beth), and even brought me dinner (thanks Risha) . . . plus all the other friends who offer to do stuff whenever I seem them. I know it's time to just wrap up this little party I have been throwing for myself, but perhaps the thing that bums me out the most is all the running and exercising that I have been enjoying lately . . . the doctor said this thing could hurt for up to nearly a year.

In other news, my Aunt Marge and Uncle Mike are visiting from the Seattle area, so that's always good for some fun times and tons of laughs. They are spending a few nights in hotels and a few nights with us, and the kids are so excited to have more people to play with. I probably won't be QUITE as good of a hostess as usual thanks to this stupid injury, but thankfully they are about the easiest guests in the world. Thank goodness for small blessings . . .