Jagge, you jinxed me!
About fifteen minutes into tonight's club training run, I jumped off a small cliff and went over hard on my right ankle. I rolled around in pain for a bit, then got up, walked a couple of hundred meters and then decided to keep going. It was a really fun course, a nice night, good company, and i really did not want to quit and go back. So the combination of adrenaline and cold swamp water kept me going for most of the course, until we got to a candle-lit area inhabited by Santa, Lucia, and a guy in what looked like a Klansman outfit serving us much needed warm glogg and gingerbread cookies. During this welcome break, my ankle stiffened up, and i could just manage a jog back home. Bad news. And just when i was starting to finally feel healthy and strong again...
It's the worst an ankle of mine has looked since a day in the summer of 2000 when the left one looked like this:
http://www.geocities.com/bgranovskiy/images/ankle....