Well, it looks like I will need to concede to Jamie for this week’s weigh-in.
So I’m out on a nice run and all of a sudden out of nowhere, the road comes at me. Or was it more like I went towards the road? I don’t know and can’t really remember because of the blinding pain I felt when it happened. It felt like someone shot me in the leg. Not that I know what it is like to be shot but I’m sure that is what it would feel like.
Oh man! I dropped to the ground like someone cracked open a pinata at a birthday party. At first I was laying in the road and said F it, I’m gonna die right here. What do I do? Do I call out for help (I really couldn’t move)? Do I stay here in the fetal position and cry? Do I crawl into the sewer drain? What????
Then I realized exactly where I was and pulled myself into the front yard of someone that had a huge killer attack dog looking out the window at me. Oh great! Yeah, I felt like a Snausage right then. But I would have a better survival rate with a dog than the SUV barreling down towards me.
I still don’t really know what happened. So I looked around to see WTH I stumbled on. There was this miniature boulder hiding in the shade of the only tree on the street. Stupid rock! Stupid tree casing it’s shade hiding the stupid rock!
I managed to
pull up my skirt Man-Up and tried to stand up so I could walk home. By now I was more pissed off than anything. I was so pumped to get a good run in before work. Oh yeah, I had to call off today. That was a colossal effort too. I’m a damn cashier and I have to talk to 4 different managers and 2 supervisors to tell them what happened and why I won’t be able to stand for 6 hours and smile at customers……REALLY? Let’s see, how can I put this so the powers that be will understand….I rolled my GD ankle and I have a baseball sized bump trying to escape from my skin! Now, may I please be excused from work 6th person I talked to?
Naw, I didn’t say all that. I don’t remember saying please….
Well, I’m gonna lay in my bed and cry a little before I go to the hospital…….I’m not one for ERs so I made an actual appointment. But it’s not until 2:20.
Oh, and if you want to send me a get well card, I’ll shoot you my address. 🙂