I have really awful legs
I'm ridiculously short, as if that wasn't a mark of doom enough, but I've also got scars galore-- the aftermath of mosquito bites from traveling and impatient scratching; eczema; a clumsy, active childhood. I envy other girls with gloriously clean legs. How is that even done? (I want to ask if they ever scraped their knees playing tag during recess or tried jumping off the swings and failed terribly.) If I had great legs, I would wear booty shorts 24/7. Pants, what pants? Maybe it's best I have really awful legs!
I was out doing my daily run this morning and somewhere around mile 2, while I was turning my head to check if there were any cars on the road (so I could get on the paved portion, as I was running on the dirt) I must have stepped on a rock or a gap or something because next thing I know my right ankle had twisted on its side and I was down on the ground. So I've got a sprained right ankle right now, but on my left knee --along with a huge bump-- I've got a hole. It's bled out of the gauze, and it's really freaky because there's a legit hole where a chunk of knee flesh should be and just isn't. It bothers me more than the ankle, even though I know the ankle is the one that's really fucking me up (AND THIS WHOLE SITUATION SUCKS BALLS), because I just know there's going to be a new funky massive scar when this thing heals over.
Other things:
- My right ankle is a major weak spot for me just because I've twisted it time and time again, and don't let it heal right. The first time I sprained it was a few days before a show I wanted to see, so I took it easy for awhile, but come show time I was jumping around with it and twisted it again. Thus began my history.
- I hate when I can't go for a run. I try to get 1-4 miles every morning (depending on time, or how tired I feel), so I never know what to do with myself when I can't.
- Spraining my ankle always reminds me how much I love my ankles or my feet and my legs, if only because I get to walk around when everything's in working order. Limb appreciation, thank you, thank you.
I was out doing my daily run this morning and somewhere around mile 2, while I was turning my head to check if there were any cars on the road (so I could get on the paved portion, as I was running on the dirt) I must have stepped on a rock or a gap or something because next thing I know my right ankle had twisted on its side and I was down on the ground. So I've got a sprained right ankle right now, but on my left knee --along with a huge bump-- I've got a hole. It's bled out of the gauze, and it's really freaky because there's a legit hole where a chunk of knee flesh should be and just isn't. It bothers me more than the ankle, even though I know the ankle is the one that's really fucking me up (AND THIS WHOLE SITUATION SUCKS BALLS), because I just know there's going to be a new funky massive scar when this thing heals over.
Other things:
- My right ankle is a major weak spot for me just because I've twisted it time and time again, and don't let it heal right. The first time I sprained it was a few days before a show I wanted to see, so I took it easy for awhile, but come show time I was jumping around with it and twisted it again. Thus began my history.
- I hate when I can't go for a run. I try to get 1-4 miles every morning (depending on time, or how tired I feel), so I never know what to do with myself when I can't.
- Spraining my ankle always reminds me how much I love my ankles or my feet and my legs, if only because I get to walk around when everything's in working order. Limb appreciation, thank you, thank you.