I have sprained my foot, my right foot. The one that I broke four years ago and couldn't use for five months and was completely dependent on everyone to drive me everywhere all the time.
The only bonus was that I had ginormous triceps by the end of those five months. However, I haven't seen them since.
Good grief, this right foot has been through a lot.
As with the broken foot, I don't know how I sprained it this time. All I know was that I was on the treadmill and I was actually running and by the end of the run my foot was hurting. I thought it may be my running shoes so I loosened the laces and hobbled out of the gym looking forward to some ibuprofen. And by the time I had walked the aisles of Target after my workout, my hobble had turned into a severe limp and I almost asked someone to push me in my buggy.
After a few days of limping and moaning and buying new running shoes, I finally went to the doctor because I just wanted to know if I was going to need a walking boot in Tunisia. I have taken a walking boot to Africa before and let me tell you something: it is extremely hard to get through security quickly with those things. Thankfully, after the doc poked and prodded, he concluded that it is a sprain and that all I need is ice and Advil and try not to put too much weight on it, which is excactly why I was on the treadmill in the first place.
Everything is circular in my world.
So, if you see me hobbling, just pretend I have some swagger. It can only help my coolness factor.