It is well known that activities such as squash, gardening, and housework are dangerous pursuits for the committed runner. Blisters, sore muscles, and tripping are examples of the hazards connected with this non-running. This morning, hanging out the washing, I tripped or overbalanced or something, receiving a knock on the chin, a bruised ego, and a big, fat, blue ankle.
I didn't think anything of it at first ("don't be a wimp, Carolyne") and it wasn't until somewhat later that I noticed how distorted the fibula (the ankle 'bump') had become, and rapidly applied peas (frozen - kept for this purpose) until I found the ice pack. I went to the chemist for some Voltaren Gel, although the pharmacist was alarmed at it's size and impressive colour so soon after the event that she urged caution.
So ~ no attendance at Geoff's parliament house group (again) tonight, and much willing on my behalf for a miraculous recovery (?tomorrow maybe) . . . .
Bob is now back! With phone calls from Goulburn, Bungendore and 'the Servo' on the Canberra/NSW border, we kept in touch and met at Tilley's for a coffee and chat before ascending to home (we live uphill from everywhere else in Canberra!), and the turmoil that comes from unloading a dusty bike, putting on washing and so on.
Bob looks wonderful, a bit tired after four solid days of cycling up and down the mountains to the coast, but bright eyed and clear skinned. It taught him a great deal in preparation for his upcoming three week independent cycle tour of northern Vietnam.
Rest up on that ankle Carol! Sounds nasty!