So I'm turning the corner and O step upon an uneven crack in the pavement. Didn't fall. Probably should have except for the STOP! sign that I clung too.
Left ankle turned. Sadness.
Continued the walk. Needed m'coffee.
Back at the corral. The victim.
Need ice. For the I-part of RICE.
Can't permit cold directly on the skin. I'm special that way. Find a sock.
I look like a newly freed house elf. Bottle goes in the sock.
Socked bottle goes on click under foot.
Now for that conference call.
My new BFF.
The late morning 4-miler could be off the table, replaced by a trip to Kmart for something with higher tops.
Location:Westgrove St,Raleigh,United States