My honey went to the orthopaedist this morning to have someone look at his ankle. I'm so glad he got an appointment. It has been 9 days since he tripped in that hole while running. His ankle has been bothering him this whole time. We were going to exercise Saturday morning - I was going to run while Bill biked. He made it about 100 yards out of our driveway when he turned around. I think it was then when the downward pressure of pedaling was painful that he knew he needed to see someone.
The good news is that there are no broken bones or anything else too serious. He has a brace to wear and exercises to do at home. He can still work out, but no running for 6 weeks. He is so bummed. I think I would be, too. I can't imagine not running for six whole weeks. At least it is not a major injury. He will run again. Sadly, he will miss our 5K in 2 weeks. Anyone want to run with me?
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