As my ankle rapidly twisted back and forth I shouted in pain and fell on the snowy sidewalk one mile into my 5 mile run for the day.
All I could do was lay there and shout out of the pain. I had twisted my ankle. Maybe more. I couldn’t move.
This really really hurts.
Not my right ankle again.
Oh wow this hurts ow ow ow.
My wife is asleep at home, if I call I’ll just be yelling in pain… Then she’ll have to get ready and the kids will wake up. I’ll just text. While I try to compose myself.
Maybe I can hobble home in a bit.
Hey, at least it’s in snow, I’ve got it in an ice pack already.
I hope I don’t have to miss years of running like last time I really hurt this ankle.
Oh this pain…is different.
What about my marathon in October. Am I done running forever?
“Hey, are you hurt?” a friendly female voice called from a blue sedan that had pulled over. I’d learn her name was Gloria, the driver Angelica. Two very kind I think Hispanic ladies rescued me.
Gloria, wearing scrubs, got out at propping my on my injured side help to the car. Angelica has her phone clipped up to her air vent, playing Pokémon Go. Level 44!
I was in a lot of pain, but wanted to be very gracious and grateful, trying to make small talk. “Thank you for catching me. And you didn’t even need a pokeball.. . Level 44! Amazing… Gloria and Angelica? So two glorious angels rescued me from my fall today.”
They encouraged me to go to a doctor, as Angelica was a runner who didn’t go to a doctor after an injury and took a long time to recover.
I hopped into our house through the garage and lay down in bed. And in pain.
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