Ice hockey is for masochists, as I believe I’ve mentioned before.
In addition to the 4 stitches that were inserted to hold my lip together about 3 weeks ago, and the cantaloupe-sized bruise just above my right knee that I got as a souvenir for stopping a puck a week after that, I’ve got an entirely new happy memory to share with my grandchildren.
Last week I blocked a slapshot (entirely inadvertently, I must say) with my ankle. Ouch. Don’t try this at home, kids.
In addition to the puffiness, which you can’t really see, this is the result:
No my ankle is not usually that fat. Or black, blue, and yellow.
The most painful part, oddly, is above the actual ankle joint, which is not very black and blue. I was able to finish the game, but only because I never stopped to take off my skate. If you do that, forget trying to get it back on – your ankle will be too fat and too sore.
Hopefully it will feel OK for next game … tomorrow.
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The scar, by the way, is from a previous incident involving renovation, toilets, falling, and pain. Don’t go there.
The true prevalence of bruised toenail running injuries is probably somewhere in between these percentages, and is likely dependent on the distances and terrain that individual runners cover in their training and racing.