The day before school ended I went into my garden shed to get my garden fork and gloves. My son had not put the lawnmower away very well and I had to shuffle backwards out of the shed. Before I knew it I was on the ground clutching my ankle and wondering at what stage in my life would I have to get one of thse little buzzers to call for help, soon it felt! In the absense of a buzzer system I yelled for help; not too loud as to alarm the whole neighbourhood but loud enough for my husband to run for the house and help me up. I fell in a mole hole and twisted my ankle.
The next few days I babied my ankle with RICE treatment. The summer was ahead and I was determined to be running every day during the next 8 weeks of my summer vacation. This start did not bode well... enter ... the rememberence of a book recomended to me by my friend and younger co-worker. As I sat on the sofa, my ankle raised and iced, I ordered the book by internet and waited, impatiently for my proverbial cavalry!
