So I posted on February 28th that I was planning on running a half marathon. I resisted saying anything prior to that because I didn't to jinx myself. The universe has quiiiite a sense of humor, it seems. The very next time I ran after going public with my plans I noticed a little tightness in one ankle. I didn't think much of it but I did cut the run short at 3 miles. After a few days of increasing discomfort, I decided to see a medical professional. I was really rooting for a nice prescription, maybe some therapeutic massage. I could totally get better if I had some therapeutic massage and pills that make me feel like I'm floating, I;m sure of it. What I got instead was a diagnosis of a fibular stress fracture, a clumpy aircast boot, and no massage.
So. This is my new announcement: I do not want to be saddled with an iPad2. They look hella stupid and not fun at all. Also, m&m's are yucky and I hope I don't have any soon.
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