I hurt mine doing gymnastics (actually we were condition and I fell over. fuck gymnastics.), and stupidly didn’t see a doctor about it because it really didn’t hurt all that bad, and it partly went away. So then I was at the doctor for something else (which was already almost entirely better because I hadn’t been able to get an appointment) and I mentioned the ankle. SHe told me it was sprained and sold me an overpriced brace.
Fast forward to track season, and I land on it funny a couple times when I’m running, but no big deal. It didn’t really hurt that bad. So then one day after I run the mile my ankle starts hurting for NO REASON. And I keep running on it because I’m stupid. And it gets to the point where I’m limping around being pathetic and then I finally see a podiatrist, and he tells me that when I first hurt it I chipped of a piece of my fucking anterior proboscis or whatever you call it. And I get some pills and he tells me I can go ahead and run, which is cool. So then I’m fine while I’m on the pills, but the first time I try to run without them the ankle dies. So I get some more pills. I’m running a marathon on Sunday.
