Halee, Austin and I went for a six mile run and as I'm heading down a small hill...I trip. I fall hard on my hand, knee and ankle. Halee and Austin keep saying "mom! Are you ok?" And I revert into an embarrassed teenager who's more worried about who saw me, than whether or not I'm hurt. (We never really do grow up, do we?) Anyway, long story short, I'm okay...but my ankle is killing. And what do I have in less than two weeks? A relay in which I need to run a total of around 14.5 miles. Yowsers...ice, ice baby...that's all I can say.
