Merfle

So I had my first 5k race this Saturday... I spent it sitting on my butt playing with some children while I watched the sweaty people cross the finish line. I was living life to the fullest, man! What happened, you ask? Why didn't I run in the race I've been looking forward to for the last couple months?

I fell off a chair and sprained my ankle.

No, really. I was trying to paint my room blue and I fell of a chair and sprained my ankle. My lovely friend Stitch came down to run with me, so I tagged along to cheer for her and whine about the state of my ankles. I continue to whine. My ankle -hurts- and I can't run on it. I'm not even allowed to bike on it. <_< Damn trained medics around me all the time, I swear.

Mind you, I've been running a 5k 5 times a week for the few weeks, at about a 32 minute pace (I'm slow) so it wasn't going to be a big accomplishment to run in the race... It was just a milestone marker for me. I set the 5k race as my goal and aimed for it... Then fell flat, through no fault of my own. Bugger. And, I'm on the sidelines for the next week or so while my ankle gets with the program, so I'm going to lose some fitness here. And it'll probably impact my losing weight and running like a bunny plan... But, nerf. What're you going to do? As soon as my ankle's back up I'll start running again and a couple weeks after that, I'll find myself a nice charity 5k to go rabbit in. 5k now, 10k by December! ^_^