Symbolic

I recently spent two days living my best life: I went without creamer in my coffee, ate all (pre-prepared) raw meals and drank more than enough water each day. Then I drove downtown for the Tuesday night urban ride and broke my ankle and it all went to crap…

It all happened in a parking garage – we ramped up the first floor and as we were going around the first corner, I tried to take a short cut in between the concrete pillars and my front tire slid out and the next thing I know I’m on the ground in EXCRUCIATING pain and holding my right ankle. Note to self: there are no shortcuts to any place worth going.

After getting a once over from one of the cyclists who happened to be a medic but assured me that my ankle probably wasn’t broken, I rode back to my truck with a few of my motocross friends who bailed on the ride to keep me company (thanks, guys) and managed to drive my stick shift truck home, get myself up three flights of stairs to the couch where I remained with ice packs for the rest of the night. The next morning, I woke up to a swollen and bruised ankle that I could barely move; at the doctor’s office later that day, X-rays showed a broken tibula and fibula.

The lateral malleolus fracture

The lateral malleolus fracture

Two days later I went in for surgery and I have been stuck sitting on the couch watching House Hunters and Law and Order ever since.

Frankenstein ankle

Frankenstein ankle

The bad news is I’m out for the season most likely, and I was on my way to battling for the Enduro championship. The good news is I have more than enough quiet time to myself, which is one of my New Year’s resolutions…

At least my cast is FTR orange!

At least my cast is FTR orange!

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