Ouch!

I was at the gym last night...I tend to write about this a lot. I went to a kickboxing class that kicked my ass. It was awesome.

Wait, I just remembered something that I wasn't intending to write about but I have to because it's VERY important. They gym is awesome for people watching. While people watching I noticed a guy who was wearing a wife beater, bike shorts, black socks and white tennis shoes. Do you know how many things are wrong with this picture? OK, back to the original reason for this post.

I was leaving class and walking to my car. Since my gym is in the middle of downtown, I was parallel parked (which I rule at by the way). So I opened the passenger side door (which was on the curb side) and put my stuff in the car. Then I was walking around the back of the car to open the driver side door (which was on the street side). Just then I stepped off the curb with my left foot and into a hole in the ground that I did not see. I twisted my ankle, lost my balance & fell into the middle of the street. Fabulous. All I saw were headlights coming towards me. I'm like that deer!

So I crawled back towards the sidewalk & sat there in pain. I got my cell phone and called my husband "Honey, I want you to know that I sprained my ankle & almost got run over. But I'm OK now, and I can drive home because it's my left ankle. I think I'll be able to hop into the car." This must have sounded pretty odd to him on the other end because all he could say is "You're such a crack head."

1 comment:

The Unprocessed Project said...

I have a big fear about this sort of thing. I'm always afraid that when I try to beat the light and run across the street that I will trip and fall and get run over. Im very clutsy and lucky that something like that hasn't already happened! Glad to hear you are ok.