...Nope. Not until around 5:30pm. I went straight to class, had lunch, back to work, then off to the gym to play basketball. The score was 1-0 when... bam! I injured my ankle again; this time the right one. This time a little bit worse than the last. I am getting too old. Subconsciously I seem to think there are things I can still do that I used to be able to 5 years ago. While the mind can think of the many different things I can do with a basketball in my hands, the body cannot follow as religiously as before to the mind's wishes. Mind over matter almost doesn't matter anymore, not in this case. Not when the body is truly incapable of what the mind can perceive. This is similar to trying to finish a 42 km marathon in 10 minutes. No matter how much the mind wills it, the human body even of the most athletic human on earth cannot ever do it in 10 minutes, or at best, not without any undesirable consequences to the body or the mind.
Unlike the last time I got "injured," which healed after a 5 minute break, this one did not. I was so sad about not being able to "exercise." I can't move. I can still shoot, but I can't run after balls. The pain is really more than the last time. So after seeing that the resting wasn't helping "heal" the pain unlike before, I went straight home. It was difficult, of course. I had dinner. Then right after dinner, lights on and table not yet cleared, I fell asleep. I think I needed the sleep though. When I woke up in the middle of the night, maybe around 10 or 11pm, my ankle felt better. Although maybe, chatting on Skype also made it feel even much better. ;-)
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