This morning as I went to start my car to warm it up; I could see that it was going to be a beautiful sunrise, so I grabbed my camera as I left to take my kids to meet their Grandma. I was dressed in my normal early morning attire of my pajamas with a jacket. We headed off on our twelve miles around the dusty road to the farm and I stopped at my usual place to photograph the sunrise.
So it's about 7 am and I stopped for this shot and drove a couple more miles around this gravel road and backed up to take another angle of the sunrise as it rose over the ever present oilfield equipment.
As I stepped in to get a better shot (without the powerlines) I stepped into a hole, and fell, with my foot twisted behind me. I couldn't catch myself with my wrists. Immediate and severe pain. My husband just asked me if this photo (above) was worth six weeks of my life and apparently it is.
I managed to drive the five miles to my Sister's house and get inside to find my foot and ankle already this swollen. It was after three pm and emergency room and some xrays later that I found out nothing was broken and it is a sprain, which I get to stay off my foot for a month at least.
As a runner hurting my foot has been one of my greatest fears, especially considering how many miles a week I run and what it does for my anxiety. It is my first sprain and I've never broken a bone so it's a pretty traumatic injury for me. I've said that I have this dislike of the last week of January for the last few years and it continues. So I will say goodnight since my pain medicine is making me queasy.