My Achilles Ankle

For those of you who've known me since BYU, you're probably already aware of my ankle troubles. If you haven't known me quite so long, you may not. I've had some real ankle problems in the past. I managed to severely sprain my left and right ankles in the same week! (Just in time to be the Maid of Honour at my Best Friend's wedding. Timing, eh?) I've also badly sprained my right ankle two other times. Well . . . I tried to do it again tonight. The Youth Activity tonight (it was combined Young Men/Young Women) was Orienteering. The 2nd Councilor in YM went out to the University grounds and set up a course. So we went out and split into small groups and had a go at finding all the pegs, with their accompanying phrase (to prove you'd found it). It was so much fun. But, it was timed, of course, so we were running. It was just dusk, starting to get pretty dark, and I'm running with my 2 youth on my team. We're going across a flat, open bit (not the long tall grass, or the foresty bits) when, all the sudden, I stepped in a hole, went over on my ankle, spun around and landed on my bum, facing the way I'd just come. The map went flying off to one side, but fortunately I wasn't carrying anything else. Anyway, I sat there for a moment, and my youth came back to where I'd landed and were very sweet, making sure I was ok. The ankle smarted a bit, but I could tell (from previous experience) that it wasn't bad. Sore, yes. But not a bad sprain. However, I knew that was the end of my running for the evening. By the time I got home, it had swollen just a bit, and was still tender. So I took some painkillers/anti-inflamitories, and I'm icing it and have it propped up. It shouldn't be too bad in a couple days, but I wouldn't be at all surprised if I really feel it tomorrow.