Good news first.
It’s not broken…whew! I was really worried. I was worried I’d have to get surgery (something I have an irrational fear of). I was worried I’d have to get a cast, I was worried. Period.
Alas, no. It’s a wicked bad sprain, and an even more wicked hematoma.
I am not sure as of yet what this means for my marathon plans. I suppose only time will tell. I do still plan to line up in November, so we’ll see.
Tonights nasty pic of the day
That ankle looks like it belongs to a woman who’s 9 months pregnant.
Nathan to get lower res camera. plx.