Thanks everyone for your words of encouragement. Today is better. I still had to come down the stairs sideways, but at least the pain has really eased off. My therapist did some thing where he put medicine on my ankle area and then used an ultrasound machine's sound waves to push the medicine into my skin. Doesn't that sound like some BS?

Really worked though.

For at least five minutes I was pain free. Then I stiffened back up. But it gave me hope. I'm doing the stretches he gave me about every hour, using an ice pad and keeping it elevated. I've also decided my new shoes, that are white with pinky-red stripes, make me look like I'm going faster. No run/walk right now though.
Have you ever went to the shoe store and gotten pretty much no say in the shoes you get? It was SO strange! I got a note from my therapist detailing my feet problems (there's a list, thank you very much) and then I go to the runner's store (where I never would have had the nerve to go. I mean, really, who am I?) So I go in and give my list to a tiny girl with teeny ankels. You could tell she runs. I could have put her in my back pocket. Anyway, she studies my list, which is long so she goes to get help, and then they study my list, watch me walk around a bit, then a bit more, then measure me, then come back with three pairs of shoes for me to try. Here's me, your brown Puma shoes with blue cats are nice. Looks like the brown might help hide dirt. Can I have those? Ah, nope. You can have the white ones with the pinky-red stipes, with these here inserts. How about the green ones? I love green. How do the green ones feel? Oh, well, in that case I guess I'll take the white ones with pinky-red stripes, with the orthodics, too, thanks, here's my credit card.
This stupid injury was making me feel like I should just accept the fact that I am an indoor girl. I always have been. Why was I trying to resist the fact of who I am? But this morning I got up and my pain was less, I still couldn't get down the stairs, but still there was less pain. Now I've decided that what I have is my very first sports-related injury. That MUST mean I'm a REAL athlete! Let's break out the Diet Pepsi and celebrate my first injury!

I'm an indoor girl trying to break free!

With a little help from my friends, of course.
