Hello Childhood

See? The hill is far away.

I have terrible ankles.  I always twist them, roll them, sprain them.  Then I broke one sledding down a hill on a saucer.  I crashed into a fence.  Before you inform me I'm an idiot, please bear in mind that the fence was a bazillion miles away from the bottom of the hill.  Had it not been icy and I on a saucer, it never would have happened.  Yes, I tried to bail.  Since I'm not one to do things halfway, I broke both bones bad enough to require surgery.  A plate, 8 screws, and 5 years later, I still have crappy ankles (did I mention I sprained the other one at the same time?  try using crutches like that) that have a propensity to roll at the drop of a hat.

So clearly, I should watch where I'm going, especially while jogging, right?  Especially since, bad ankles aside, I'm terminally clumsy.  Well this morning, I got up early to walk/jog around campus before class, because I'm awesome.  I was feeling very proud of myself, so clearly, falling over was inevitable.  I stepped on a rock.  My ankle rolled and I ended up sitting on the asphalt with blood streaming from my palms and knee like I was 5 years old again.  To add the the embarrassment, the construction guy helpfully stopped to check on me.  Then I stubbornly walked to the health center the long way so I could finish my walk.  Also to delay the inevitable moment when I would have to explain to the college health center receptionist that I fell and need large bandaids, since I'm clearly too challenged actually have some.  I don't even have small ones I could jury-rig.  Fail of the morning.  On the plus side, I'm now determined to do it again, just to spite the rock.  (Don't laugh--it's clearly trying to sabotage me being healthy.)  I soothed my injured ego with Snickerdoodle Oatmeal, though, so the morning wasn't all bad.