Injured Ankle

During sparring last Thursday, something happened to my ankle, or rather, to one specific silver-dollar sized spot just in front of the anklebone. It hurt to move, it hurt to walk, and it hurt at the slightest touch. I did two half-hour sessions with the ice bag on Thursday and Friday, and one on Saturday. I kept it elevated and tried not to even walk around, much less do actual workout stuff (this is my excuse for skipping grappling and Saturday sparring class). I even wore tennis shoes to the business-casual office on Friday (more on that later). I didn't work out at home.

It swelled up a lot, even though it never turned bruise colors. It hurt even when I wasn't trying to do anything, though not as much. The Muse had a theory that I broke one of the tiny bones in the foot, but since it feels so much better already, I kinda doubt that. I suppose I'll mention it to the doctor anyway when I see her, as part of the general "this is my life" update. Right along with my newfound allergy to sunless tanner.

I'm not limping anymore, and it only hurts when I press on it. This morning's workout went ok, although I left out my "fifteen minutes of jumping" segment. Tae Soo Do class tonight it is! Now watch the Inst. decide that today's a great day for an intensive jumping class. He's bound and determined to get me doing my jumps properly--which is a good thing, since so am I. But ow.

At least the floors have mats down.

Oh, Hell.

Explosions in the trains in Mumbai. Over 100 dead, over 200 injured. Some of you might recall I went to high school in India. I know people who live in Mumbai, and I know how little is required to set off another round between Pakistan and Indai--and this ain't exactly little.