My bachelor party is this afternoon/tonight. So as not to endanger my current job, I'll simply say that a few of my college and high school friends are taking me out on a perfectly respectable tour of Philadelphia's finest drinking establishments.
I almost ruined it this morning though when I went on a 5.5 mile run. I was a mere block from home, running down the crowded sidewalk, when a family appeared ahead of me. Attempting to avoid them, I veered towards the curb between a tree and a parked car. That's when the curb jumped up and grabbed me and made me roll the bejesus out of my ankle. I screamed in shock/pain, steadied myself against a street sign as the immediate pain subsided, then hobbled home and immediately elevated it and applied ice.
I was annoyed that I may have ruined my own party and had pictures in my head of the guys carrying me all over the city tonight, but I think the worst is behind me now. I can put weight on it, and it's only a little sore.
Off to the bachelor party...
I almost ruined it this morning though when I went on a 5.5 mile run. I was a mere block from home, running down the crowded sidewalk, when a family appeared ahead of me. Attempting to avoid them, I veered towards the curb between a tree and a parked car. That's when the curb jumped up and grabbed me and made me roll the bejesus out of my ankle. I screamed in shock/pain, steadied myself against a street sign as the immediate pain subsided, then hobbled home and immediately elevated it and applied ice.
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| The curb in question |
I was annoyed that I may have ruined my own party and had pictures in my head of the guys carrying me all over the city tonight, but I think the worst is behind me now. I can put weight on it, and it's only a little sore.
Off to the bachelor party...
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