If you read yesterday’s post, you are aware of the fact that my ankle is in disrepair, shall we say.
I am happy to report, however… that, though it is still slightly swollen… I have reason to believe I will be able to run in the Ragnar Relay in 7 days. No really:
Today I utilized a borrowed set of crutches and a walking-boot-thing. I iced my ankle at random and Ibuprofen-ed religiously. How smart am I?
I am so smart I tagged along with my chauffeur for the day to her kids’ rocket camp rocket launch. It was there I took my crutches onto a very not-flat field of unkempt wild grasses. And rockets. Ya know, cuz if anyone can outrun a rocket on crutches — it would be Me.
No?
*insert tempting fate here*
Basically there was a 2-part rocket with a part that disengaged (video below)… I am not a rocket scientist, so excuse my lack of proper rocket-anatomy vocabulary. The rocket piece DID disengage — above us ME. The girl with the crutches. And a *special* kind of luck.
I remember looking up… I remember watching a bright orange rocket piece choose to chase me. I remember asking myself a number of questions:
- Do I ditch the crutches and run for my life?
- Will this be the end of me?
- Do I ditch the crutches, risk injuring my ankle further, and cover my head?
- Do I thrash the crutches wildly over my head, but risk injuring my ankle… but save my head?
- Do I drop my iPhone?
- Do I go forward?
- Do I go back?
- Do I…
- Is the reason I don’t run the Ragnar not because of a sprain but because of DEATH BY A ROCKET?!!!
- What the… ???!!!
- ARE YOU KIDDING ME???!!!
No. Not kidding…
And because my friend Lisa (and chauffeur-extraordinaire) is such a good friend… the sight of me frantically HOBBLING FOR MY LIFE was so funny concerning… she peed her pants.
And what a pair we are… Miss Hobble and Miss Pee-Pants.
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