This morning was the coolest, crispest morning in months. That’s why at 5:15 a.m. rather than getting a few minutes more sleep before heading to the 7:00 a.m. men’s breakfast, I decided to go ahead and get up for a short 2 mile run. It was great! I started out as faster than I can remember. I even said about halfway through, “I think I’ll pick up the pace” and I did…
…about 45 seconds later in an attempt to “hop” onto the sidewalk from the blacktop, everything came crashing down (and I mean all of me) when I sprained my twisted my ankle like never before. What I mean to say that I heard a POP or two and I hit the ground. Lying there I was just CERTAIN that I had broken a bone. In a desperate attempt to just get up and pretend nothing had happened, I did just that. In a fervency of prayer I said, “dear Lord, please don’t let this thing be broken”… Continue reading the ankle…



