Just Call Me Lefty!

Just when my left foot has healed up enough for me to start exercising again...I sprain my right foot!!!

And how, pray tell, did I sprain it?  I sprained it as I walked toward the door of my classroom to answer a call from my son who was at the doctor's office.  Nope, I wasn't wearing heels, I was wearing flats.  Nope, I wasn't wearing flip flops, I was wearing sandals securely fastened to my feet.  There were no obstacles that tripped me.  And when I took that fatal step, something popped!  Something snapped so loudly and so painfully it took all I could do to make it back to my desk chair.  It was though I stubbed my toes but 100 times more painful.  If I could've collapsed outside in the hallway I would've.  But for fear of embarrassement, I tried to walk normally back to my desk as though nothing had happened.  After all, I'm supposed to be the adult in the room!  However, my hobbled gait betrayed the consequences of my embarrassing clumsiness!

If I had sprained my ankle while doing something cool and exciting - like surfing, playing tennis, or mountain climbing - it would be okay.  I would have bragging rights, a person worthy of such a sprain - a war wound justifiably earned! But nope, not me!  My ankle sprains occur doing something completely normal and BORING - simply by walking across a room!  I do believe I could sprain my ankle sound asleep in my own bed!

Thankfully, I have wonderful students in my 3rd block class who assisted me.  Thank you, Wade, for coming to the rescue with the ice pack.  Special shout out also goes to Ben, Chris, and Zach...not exactly sure what you guys did, but I know that it took all of you to help Wade get the ice pack:-)   What can I say, I love my 3rd block class!  (Even if I give them what-for every now and then...keeps them honest!)

So, I guess the moral of the story is...ahhh, there's no moral!  I just have two left feet, is all!  Just call me lefty!

In His Love, Cathy