I think I'm going to try it.

I didn't walk last night. Frankly, I was afraid. I really don't want to take a small injury and make it into a HUGE injury.

I tend to do that.

But my knee feels SO much better today. I can bend my leg in all sorts of awkward ways and nothing bad happens.

So I think I'm cool.

I'm going to walk after work. I won't run or anything. But I'm going to walk.

Yeah. Not cool.

So after I twisted my ankle and did this?


I fell onto my knee and did this:



Sexy.


Can you believe I walked another fifty-two minutes after doing that? What was I thinking?!?!?

Being clumsy sucks.

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.