Here's why not: After stepping off the sidewalk and taking three steps, my right foot finds a HOLE in the asphalt and decides that it's a good place to rest, while the rest of my body wants to keep on trekking.
Yes, that's right. Right now, I'm in my bed, where I have been for the last 10 hours, with my foot on top of two pillows and under a bag of ice, with a sprained ankle.
And the only thing I can say besides "WHY!?" is this:
Hopefully, it isn't too bad and I can be out and about by Wednesday. My mom is on her way up here, because I'm five, and though I thought I could handle the excruciating pain on my own, I was wrong. She's bringing me my ankle brace (this is my third sprain on the same ankle, but my first one in 6 years) and she thinks it's fractured. God, I hope not.
I wanted to work out today. It was supposed to be a simple day. I even went to class instead of skipping my last class to nap like I'd originally planned!
The good news is, many fantastic things did happen this week. It kind of keeps my mind off the throbbing.