My ankle is still swollen from this weekend.
God knows that I would sprain it behaving like a normal person and walking down a street. I didn't hurt myself running through random people's yards down hillsides. I didn't hurt myself diving from the road into the underbrush every time a car drove by, shouting random gibberish from Lord of the Rings. I didn't hurt it doing rolling break falls in my friend's lawn. I didn't hurt it when I got stuck trying to climb a tree.
I hurt it when the booze was nearly worn off and I was walking on a regular, paved street.
God knows that I would sprain it behaving like a normal person and walking down a street. I didn't hurt myself running through random people's yards down hillsides. I didn't hurt myself diving from the road into the underbrush every time a car drove by, shouting random gibberish from Lord of the Rings. I didn't hurt it doing rolling break falls in my friend's lawn. I didn't hurt it when I got stuck trying to climb a tree.
I hurt it when the booze was nearly worn off and I was walking on a regular, paved street.