|the lady knows what she wants|
|The Sailor with our niece|
|My pumpkin picking a pumpkin (gag, sorry)|
So yeah, despite a sore ankle and an occasional slight limp, we spent the afternoon walking around the pumpkin farm. It wasn't until we were walking back to our car - across a vast parking lot, carrying large and heavy pumpkins - that my ankle started to really bother me.
When I got home, I took off my boots and socks and sure enough, my right ankle was noticeably swollen. Luckily, I live with my own personal nurse (you may recall from a previous post that we live with my parents - my mom is an RN) so she took one look at my ankle, said I probably sprained it, and wrapped it in an ace bandage. She also told me no running, but things like yoga and swimming are fine.
|Forgot to take a picture before she wrapped it, and I'm not about to unwrap |
the work that 37 years of nursing and a masters degree prepared her for.
My own personal prescription - no more obstacle races. Sure, the Monster Dash was fun, but it's sidelining me from what's really fun - running. But at least we recently rejoined a gym with a pretty sweet pool. Time to get reacquainted with until I no longer have a cankle.