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[cheekbones3]

So today was the main walk-through for Beltane, after weeks of training, time to bring our efforts at least partly to fruition.

So, in the first Red Man charge, I caught my toes in a grassy hummock and apparently sprained my ankle. Bloody nuisance thinks me, but I've done it before, and this doesn't feel like the worst. In fact, I can happily stand on it without pain, twisting is the only problem.

I was persuaded to go get it x-rayed anyway, and lo and behold, I've actually broken the fibula! Bugger. That'll be the end of the korfball season for me then, as well as making carrying large piles of red men on my shoulders somewhat difficult. Time to concentrate more on my upper-body strength maybe?

A few days off work I can cope with though, I was getting sick of it being a bit too quiet at my desk. Anyhoo, I need to work out how to go to the toilet now with a pot on my leg.


Pot = stookie = cast by the way.

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Cheers. Thinking about it now, it was the combination of my full body-weight moving downwards into a slide and the foot twisting underneath me just at the wrong moment. I'll maybe try again next year!