I see the Orthopedic Specialist today to determine if this will require surgery (aaack!) or not... he is a sports medicine specialist (I love my general phys - she runs and rides, too, so she made sure to recommend someone who can get me back to training.)

I wasn't alone but was with DH. We rode from home up to Big River (about four miles on dirt road), entered the woods on the Southeast corner, and I did fine for the first half hour. I have little confidence in myself until I've been on the trail awhile. I'm scared of sand and screechy about stumps. Because of that, I developed the bad habit of riding with one foot always ready to clip out. Anyhow, we got about three or four miles in and turned off a main trail onto a twisty turny up and down trail of my choosing. I was all confidence because there were like, no rocks or logs, just roots and pine needles. I was all clipped in no problem. I then saw ahead of me a big dipsy doo and went down the one side and as I came up the other, my wimpy side decided I wouldn't make it and attempted to clip out. Clip held. I started to go over from not pedaling, wrestled with my foot, and fell just as my foot came out of the clip and *tried* touching down. Bike and me came on top of that and I heard (and knew just because of the angle that this was bad) *snap!* I rolled out from under the bike and waited in that single minute before the howling starts, thinking, moveyourtoesmoveyourtoesgetyourshoe off. Then, I howled. DH circled back and found me on the ground, took my shoe off, looked for blood. LOL. Anyhow, at that point we weren't *exactly* sure where we were, just had a general idea, and Big River is Big, with a lot of unmarked trails. We were on one of them. It was sunny and hot and humid out. I had my cell but knew I had to walk. So we splinted it with my headband and two sticks. I was able to walk - it was when my foot even remotely pointed inward that I was completely disabled with pain. My DH went ahead and came back and said the fire road was about a mile out. So we walked it. We got out to the fire road and I coasted and walked. He offered to go home and get the truck, but I knew that would take a long time and I just didn't want to wait in the heat / humidity and I figured if we could just get out to route 3 I would be okay on the road. Well, so after a couple of miles we came out on route 3 which is about 10 miles from my house. So we took that with a headwind going maybe 8 mph all the way home, my left ankle resting on the pedal. I looked a sight.

What's funny is, Sunday and yesterday I could walk on the thing. Limpy walking, but I could bear weight. Yesterday my gen. phys. gave me crutches. I got home and it got very swollen and ached all night and kept me up. Today I can't put any weight on it. So I am glad I have an appointment with the orth. doc because maybe I will then get a boot. This crutches thing is no fun.

I want to find out from him when I can ride again, and then, when I can run again. Although I know I will not be able to run the full in October, I could shoot for a half in February in Hyannis.

Plus I have biking stuff booked for this year - we're doing the Kanc in August and the Seacoast Century in September. So those I don't want to miss.