Remember when I said that at the beginning of a long run I often think, if only I could break my ankle and not have to do this?
I tripped while running this morning, cut open my chin (it looks like 6 sts), and broke the bone along the pinky side of my hand. Since Kevin was there, I went to the doctor, rather than telling myself it probably wasn't that bad, and that going to the doctor would be overreacting.
I did knit a little while I waited, but it kinda hurt (perhaps because my hand was broken?). The real question is whether I can knit with the splint (if not, boy, will I be cranky! Although I'm pretty sure I'll be able to spin.)
And it turns out that I might have still wanted to run with a broken ankle--the first thing I asked the doctor about the split was whether I could still work out!