I asked Jason to walk with me tonight and it's a good thing I did.
I said to him, "I always carry my cell phone when I walk out here. I'm so afraid I'm going to twist my ankle and fall on this rocky path".
Literally, LITERALLY like less than two minutes later, I TWISTED MY STUPID ANKLE AND FELL.
I skinned my knee and, it turns out, twisted it. My ankle went a funky direction.
I got dirt all over my yoga pants, shoes, and my hand.
I got small rocks and gravel stuck in my hand.
I got up.
I kept walking.
In fact? I walked for an hour.
I might regret it tomorrow. But today? I didn't give up.