If you know anything about me (in real life) than you know that I have weak ankles (it's a genetic trait that stems from me having small feet, I can't balance all that well). So this means I fall down a lot, up until a couple years ago it wasn't much of a problem. I fall down, I get back up, no harm no foul. My senior year of colorgaurd, my shutta of a instructor had me running to get in formation (after the shortest water break in the history of mankind) and I fell and landed awkwardly on my ankle. Me, being the idiot that I am, was like "I'm okay" and despite the throbbing pain issuing from my ankle, I proceeded to do drills for three hours. Finally, the throbbing became so bad that I decided that it might be a good idea to see the trainer.
My ankle, which had been a minorly sprained from the fall, had been irrated by the constant dance moves to the point where it was about the size of a baseball. Needless to say I really was in no condition to complete the two other days of band camp. (Which is another story completely involveing my instructor not believing I had a sprained ankle because I didn't have a note from my doctor. Like I need some guy with M.D. at the end of his name to tell me that a baseball for an ankle isn't good.) The point is, since that incident my ankle has been extrodinarily weak and has been sprained four times in the last two years and now that total is up to five because I have yet again slipped and hurt my ankle. Granted there are worse things that could happen, but its definitley annoying bordering on frustrating when you have to walk everywhere. scream
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