Ice, Ice Baby

So while Danielle is off swimming in the landlocked state of Iowa, I just went ice skating outdoors in a state with no winter. That's right: they put up an ice rink in downtown San José, around a circle of palm trees. Cute.

I ice skate about once a year (UIUC's ice rink has a few open-ice days during the winter), and I'm not exactly very good at it. This time I managed to start out without hitting anything and after my first few laps I was feeling pretty good. I was getting confident, trying out ways to stop, start, spin around a bit. Then after a half hour or so I got in a groove and was starting to listen to the music... "Going the Distance" by Cake (I think that's by Cake) was playing and I was thinking that Kyle Zars did a project about this song when we were in Junior High and my project was about... *CRASH!* Right on my ass, jammed my ankle into the wall, just between two staff members that were probably talking about how dumb we all looked.

So I got myself up, slinked over to the exit, stretched out for a while. And the ankle started feeling better! So I got back on the ice. I had paid $14 for admission and I was going to get my money's worth, damn it! The ankle felt great the rest of the night, and through my bike ride home (San José is not so bad when it's late at night and there are no cars on the road... it's not exactly the most scenic place, but at least it's peaceful). Stretched more, ankle still feeling great.

Suddenly as I went on the Intertubes to check e-mail, order some plane tickets and check webcomics the ankle started hurting. Really badly. But, hey, at least it will distract from the three simultaneous hamstring injuries I have going... *fume*.