Last Monday, I busted my ankle at work. Dr. Bob calls it "dumping" an ankle. I won't call it that though: that implies that I got rid of my ankle, cut the cord, and no longer have to deal with its needy bulls**t. It's been a pain in my butt for 8ish years, and it decided that it was going to act up because it hadn't gotten any attention lately. Its such a woman. I only WISH I could dump my ankle. Unfortunately, we are still attached.
If you made it through that ridiculous paragraph... We were destined to be friends.
I'm back though! I did the plyometric cardio circuit today, and on a scale of 1 to 10 of "ugliness", with a 10 being the weird alien thing from Lord of the Rings, it was definitely an 8. Could have been worse.
At least I didn't look like him when I got done.
Tomorrow is an off day, then Thursday I'm back on schedule with week 4!
