Either I am extraordinarily klutzy or these shoes are really dangerous.
I am blaming it on the shoes. They will be my scapegoat.
Tuesday night I was walking home from across the street - walking. And all of the sudden I literally just rolled my ankle. I stumbled and when I righted myself I couldn't put any weight on my right foot. Those damn shoes are going in the trash.
Long story short, my foot is totally swollen and sore and there appears to be no running in my future -for this week at least. I am saying a prayer that it is just a sprain and that by next week I will be able to jump right back into training without any problems. We'll see. In my cynical, pessimistic brain I have already jumped to the conclusion that, yet again, this half marathon will be a loss due to injury. I have shed some tears already and am really hoping that if I count on the worst happening, maybe I will be pleasantly surprised when it turns out better.
In the meantime I am considering taking out my frustration by chucking those shoes as hard as I can into the swampy forest behind our house. The neighbors cat better watch out, cause at this point I probably wouldn't care if one of those shoes slammed right into his tiny head.
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