By 9 o'clock last night I was hopping around on one foot because the pain in my ankle was bordering on unbearable. If anything so much as touched it I winced. After four ibuprofen, a large bag of ice numbing my propped up foot, Modern Family on the television and my two girls waiting on me hand and foot (literally) I started to think
When I woke up this morning the bruising was up but the swelling and pain were down significantly. Regardless, I decided that attempting to pound my way through a boxing class was probably not in my best interest so I cancelled with Laura in lieu of a trip to the doctor. I'm sure it's not broken, but I damaged it somehow and figure I should probably get it figured out before I spend the entire day traipsing through Williamsburg on the Woodbrook Elementary Fifth Grade Field Trip (and no, contrary to popular belief, I did NOT 'conveniently' sprain my ankle two days before a trip on a bus with 50 screaming 11-year-olds).
While I was laying in bed last night I started to feel angry about this possible setback. I had really just started to feel I was back in the workout groove and had finally gotten over the weight loss plateau (eight pounds in the past few weeks!). And now this? I know, I know, I'm being overly dramatic. After watching Kevin Ware's broken leg and incredible reaction to it a million times during March Madness how could I possibly be feeling sorry for myself with a silly sprained ankle? I don't know, but the fact of the matter is, I was. Then I remembered the Facebook post that Laura had posted, ironically, yesterday. I loved it so much I immediately wrote to her asking if she would be willing to be a Guest Blogger on Finding Amy...Again so that all of you could feel as inspired by her as I (and so many others) do. Thankfully she said yes, so instead of my whining you can all hear her beautiful words today instead!
So...click here (she deserves her own post, don't you think?)