My ankle gave way to the uneven terrain, and I tripped and flew face-first towards the ground. My first thought was that I had just seriously injured myself.
All of this happened last Friday. They had closed the BU footbridge to the Charles, my usual running path. I was in a distracted mood anyway, and turned to run down another unfamiliar path instead. To be honest, I was listening to my podcast more than I was thinking about where I was running. I ended up planting half my foot on the edge of a flower bed. My ankle couldn't hold my weight, and flopped to the inside, violently tearing the ligaments. I went flying to the ground.
A very nice BU student saw the whole thing happen. She was so nice, helping me up — making sure I wasn't seriously hurt, and even got me a taxi home. I knew instantly that I couldn't walk, much less continue my run home. I called my husband, who left work immediately to make sure I was OK.
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