Eggs are for eating, not ankles

So I've been developing this "kick-off" post to say how well the new year has been going. To say that I had a great run Tuesday, maintaining a great pace at a superb heart rate. I wanted to tell you that I got in the pool for the first time on Monday, and started working on tweaking my form a bit to gain some effieciency. I wanted to tell you about my rides on the trainer, watching Lance win his 7th Tour de France, pretending that I'm climbing the mountains with him. I wanted to tell you all that. I did. But the good vibes ended tonight.

Ten minutes into our basketball game, I reach to go after a pass, and my left foot gets stomped on and I hear (inside my head) and feel my ankle go pfffft, much like the sound a proper card deck shuffle. I'm on the floor pretty quick, get up, stumble a bit, try to walk if off, realize it's not gonna take too much weight, finally hobble to the bench. The ref got me an ice pack and I was done for the night.

Now home, I have it elevated and iced. And boy does it hurt now! Check the pictures to see the egg that's formed. I'll put a tight sock on it tonight for the compression, and sleep with it elevated to complete the RICE equation.