two months

Two months yesterday since I sprained my ankle. Two months of limping around, of not running, of not playing hockey, of not even being able to go to yoga, of every two steps forward followed by a step back. I understand in the grand scheme of things that this is not a major injury. So many people hurt themselves so much more than I have. Actually, saying I "understand" this is not technically correct. Obviously I don't "understand" this, because otherwise I wouldn't be so frustrated and upset with myself and this ankle. On a theoretical level I understand it, but I doubt that I would think it was so unfair if I really got it.

I was doing really well. On May 14 I ran a 5K in less than 30 minutes (which is, you know, not all that fast, but it was the time I wanted). On May 15 I started my new job, went to kickball (probably lost, but that's irrelevant), and on May 16, BOOM, down for the count. (Forgive my cliche, Ben has the wrestling on again.) What could I have done this summer, what could I have accomplished, had I not hurt myself? I can't even make it to first base. I can't even do upward dog. I can rollerblade, but only one lap.

Gaaar! When will I be OK?