Yep, it was real sprain, because I cried out loud when my left foot landed at an odd angle.
In my heart, I went, "NooOoOoOoooooo~"
I want to cry in the inside, but as we hobbled back, we started brainstorming on how I was going to work out for the rest of the week while my ankle recovers.
Gym. I hate gym but looks like I'll be hogging the rowing machine and the stationary bicycle? I end that statement with a question mark because I'm not sure - I really find gym a bore!
And I don't enjoy swimming because I find it very tiring. Yep, I'm a horrible swimmer. But when injured, what else can I do?
Not only that, I'll need to be strict with my diet too, due to the lack of exercise.
2 weeks to Bareno and my hopes of doing a better time seems so unlikely right now.
Just yesterday while running with Lynn, she was telling me how women's ankles are just so bloody fragile and weak. Something like that.