The Humble Stumble

I've taken up the habit of putting on exercise clothes first thing in the morning, with the hope that I will be inspired to exercise, go for a run, or even simply walk somewhere. Sometimes it works, lots of times it doesn't. I usually just end up looking sporty at the grocery store. I sometimes wish the outfit would translate to actual agility and strength, but that might be wishful thinking. 

Case in point: Yesterday I went to check the mail. Pretty basic stuff. I was in running attire. It was quite chilly outside, so I did a little bouncy trot walk to the mailbox, as if I was running, but not going any faster than a normal walk. About halfway down my driveway, my ankle just gave out. No pain. It just gave out. My legs buckled and my knees bent out in awkward directions. I emitted a noise that was somewhere begin a gargle and a howl as I went down. Since I live on a cul-de-sac, I essentially was providing theater in the round for the neighbors. I hit the ground with a heavy thud, checked for blood, looked around. Okay, nobody standing outside to witness the wreckage. I could blame the beet red of my face on the cold, not embarrassment.

I guess I need to actually exercise to build some ankle strength. The outfit isn't going to cover it.