This is getting ridiculous. Imagine me in bootcamp. The home stretch. I am tired, but I am going to make it. I am definitely better than I have been before. Pushups, jumping jacks, pull ups, sprint up the hill, down the hill, running running running, up the stairs, CRUNCH! That crunch is my ankle… my “good” ankle. I screamed for M and he came running. I cried because it hurt, I cried because it is going to set me back goodness knows how long. I limped home. I rested, iced, compressed and elevated my foot. I am mad. Mad because I did bootcamp to jump start a fitness regimen… now all I jump started is recovery. At least I can walk. At least there is no soccer for three weeks so I don’t feel like I am missing anything. WHY???