{My First Sprained Ankle}

I have never had a sprained ankle that I just couldn't walk off.

Jon went running behind his parents place and came back and told me we had to run it together. I had only brought my old aerobics shoes and not my runners, so I will blame it on that rather then my old age. Anyway we got running and seriously I wish I had a camera cause it was breathtaking. I will publicly say it was quite romantic too (other then my husbands sweat) I will say we exchanged many kisses, slaps on the butts. and a lot of flirtatious gestures. I never knew running with my husband could turn me on so much. Now that I made this so awkward for many of you to read I will continue my story. . .

We ran inside a green belt next to a river. Hearing the white water, the many birds, smelling the fresh damp air and looking at all the lime-green moss growing up the trees and twice running under bridges one being a train that was going across. Are you getting the idea it was beautiful? The quarter of our run was paved then after that it was dirt trail the rest of the way. After running 4 miles my ankle gave out on me. My husband joked and told me to watch out for the pine needles. He insisted we head home and walk it off, but after 10 seconds I said, "forget it. We run or he would be carrying me home." So we started running a half of a mile up the road until I could start feeling the discomfort. I told him we better head home which I was so sad cause I wasn't even tired. (this is shocking cause I hate running and have always hated running if it didn't involved some other sport, but I think now I totally would dig cross country running in beautiful places. I think running is more mental then physical for me. While I was running I just got so excited and couldn't wait what we would see next on the trail. Unlike running my neighborhood in Vegas. I would look at concrete and cement walls everywhere I ran in the heat and dreaded every mile I ran.)

We turned around and headed back and the last mile we kept doing mini sprint races. It was a great workout and all the stress from packing-up was released on this run. So the story continues that I got home fixed lunch for everyone, cleaned up and got in the car to head to Lions Park which was a mile away from Jon's parents place. I got out of the car and almost fell to the ground. I seriously couldn't walk on my foot. I started limping then hopping. Jon ran to the closest pharmacy for athletic tape (which wasn't the smartest to leave a gimp with a 18-month old at the park) but he hurried back and at that time my ankle was completely out of commission. Even Jon carrying me to the car hurt. The rest of the plans for the day was shot. I spent the rest of day R I.C.E.(ing) it. (Rest Ice Compression Elevation) and IT WORKED! By morning time it was ALL good. I will say I just felt like the biggest old wimp ever.

The moral of the story is . . . Run with Hubby in a beautiful place if you want a good playful workout AND BETTER YET sprain your ankle so he can pamper you for the rest of the day!!!!!

I LOVE YOU JON!