Walked the dog.
More like I let smokey meander around the back yard as I plotted out the perfect backyard snapchat picture I was going to take.
Walking across the wet grass in my trusted Asics tennis shoes, I stepped with my right foot onto a small dock. No sooner had I stepped onto said doc, did my foot effortlessly sail the length of that dock, while my helpless left foot remained planted on the grass. The force of being pulled forward brought me down across the dock, right leg stretched beyond capacity while the left leg buckled under pressure and slammed into the dock.
The PAIN!
The HOLY PAIN!
I knew I had to get up, the dog was unattended. The girls were still getting ready for school. I called Kaylie on her cell and asked for help. They both stood at the door gawking at my miserable struggle to get back to the house.
There would be no work out today, there would be nothing but elevation and icing. It was horrible. So horrible in fact I would not be able to actually drive all weekend. Then when I did, I had to use my left foot for an entire week to drive. Week two I could use my right foot for gas, but I had to break with my left. By week three I could drive again, but let me tell you my leg and my derriere, still ache like a tooth ache if I am not careful.
Believe me, I'm careful!
