I was feeling really great this morning. Yesterday I got to play tennis for the first time in months. It was pretty shakey at first, I hit 3 or 4 over the fence but I soon returned to my old self. By my second game, I was kicking butt. Bullet shots, grazing the court just millimeters within the bounds, dead-on serves. Anyway, since this was the first time in months that I've had the opportunity to play tennis, or have done any kind of exercise for that matter, today I'm in pain. It's that wonderful pain that comes with knowing that you've done something good and healthy. My legs are jelly-like and my arm gets shakey when I hold anything heavier than a pencil. So, today I was feeling really good and was inspired to start jogging again...until the accident.

As I was leaving my school at lunch, I was thinking of all the things I had to do and what I should eat. With my mind pre-occupied, I completely fogot that about the flight of stairs I had do go down to get from the second floor to the first. Down I went, screaming, arms flailing, much to the delight of my 2 and 3-year-old students who had just left the school and were being loaded onto their mothers' bicycles. They always seem to get a kick out of hearing me say, "ouch". (I once made little boy cry be refusing to reward him with a cry of pain as he repeatedly punched me just to hear me say it. I know, I'm a wonderful teacher.) So, on the way down I twisted my ankle and bruised my arms trying to stop myself and break my fall. This pain has completely taken the pleasure out of my previous pain. Sigh, I just can't win.