Oh, Bother.
I just set out for a nice 5 mile run and half-way down the driveway stuck my foot in a pot-hole and sprained my ankle.
I would like to take this 30 minutes while I'm icing my R lateral malleolus to explain how much this pisses me off.
I may have a small problem with being a "little" competitive. Just a little! I mean, it's not really that bad...... although I have ruined EVERY game of Trivial Pursuit and kickball I've ever played with my family, but I've totally got it under control.
Or not.
As I heard the tendons and muscles tearing in my ankle just now, I screamed the "F" word so loud that it scared the sheep next door. But this outcry was not in pain, it was for the pure annoyance that my training schedule is now off.
Which is, for an athlete, totally normal.
But what is not so normal is my behavior when I lose. I'm a little better about it now that I'm older, but I can distinctly remember being like 8 years old, losing in backyard kickball and hiding in a closet for 2 hours to mourn my teams behavior (sorry mom but you're not a very fast base runner). This progressed into my high school days where you could find me on the bus after a loss staring out the window with my headphones on, ignoring the rest of my teammates who had already forgotten about their less then desirable performances and were singing along to Cher.
I think it has something to do with the fact that I don't like to feel vulnerable and I may have some control issues. But that is a fish of another color.
Moral of the Story: My ankle is swollen, this ice is cold, but I may have to try jump roping on one leg after dinner.
I would like to take this 30 minutes while I'm icing my R lateral malleolus to explain how much this pisses me off.
I may have a small problem with being a "little" competitive. Just a little! I mean, it's not really that bad...... although I have ruined EVERY game of Trivial Pursuit and kickball I've ever played with my family, but I've totally got it under control.
Or not.
As I heard the tendons and muscles tearing in my ankle just now, I screamed the "F" word so loud that it scared the sheep next door. But this outcry was not in pain, it was for the pure annoyance that my training schedule is now off.
Which is, for an athlete, totally normal.
But what is not so normal is my behavior when I lose. I'm a little better about it now that I'm older, but I can distinctly remember being like 8 years old, losing in backyard kickball and hiding in a closet for 2 hours to mourn my teams behavior (sorry mom but you're not a very fast base runner). This progressed into my high school days where you could find me on the bus after a loss staring out the window with my headphones on, ignoring the rest of my teammates who had already forgotten about their less then desirable performances and were singing along to Cher.
I think it has something to do with the fact that I don't like to feel vulnerable and I may have some control issues. But that is a fish of another color.
Moral of the Story: My ankle is swollen, this ice is cold, but I may have to try jump roping on one leg after dinner.
posted by skennycat at 12:47 PM
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