I originally started this blog with the intention of writing about "running." We all know where that went. I got off track a bit and began sharing a little too much of my personal life.
At the time, that is what I needed to write about. The act of sharing such intimate stuff opened up a whole new set of issues for me. It was time for a change.
I took a break from blogging for a while, and I re-evaluated my boundaries. When I returned from my sabbatical, I began writing about running again (and dog poop). I knew that eventually I would have to branch out to new topics, but these topics offered me a pretty safe place to start again.
My running even began to take off again. That’s a good thing! It’s been a long time since running and I have traveled in the same circles. I got a little stubborn and ran two days in a row in spite of my throat being sore and my head hurting. I even called it a "streak."
My running streak has now been replaced with a non-running streak. No big deal. These things happen, Right?
My foot/ankle began hurting while walking the dogs of all things. Because that is *so* strenuous. My ankle (the same one that I twisted in January) is also swollen tonight.
It sucks but there it is. Hence, *the title of this post.*
It could be a fluke. If it’s not, I might have to subject you to more stories about dog poop. Fortunately, I have enough stories to dirty up a backyard.
It’s just a thought, but you might want to say a couple of prayers for a speedy recovery — just in case.