The short of it is I sprained my ankle badly on the trail. I actually am not certain if it's just a sprain or a break, but truth be told a break would be so much easier to heal. I'm hoping I didn't tear any ligaments or tendons because that would take far longer than a sprain or break to heal. The good news is I wasn't too far into the first hike before it happened, maybe a mile and quarter in. But I still had to walk back to the car in miserable pain and crying because of it. Not to mention the utter disappointment of a beautiful day of hiking ruined exasperated my not so great mood at the time. More on the details of that experience later.
So I am doing the right things, intermittent icing for the swelling, elevation, and staying off of it. But I am considering getting it x-rayed anyway, because if it's broken obviously that will need more attention. Whatever the case may be, it's definitely going to put me out of hiking commission for a few weeks, and then I will have to slowly get back to it again.
And all I can say about that is FUCK FUCK FUCK!
Everyone who knows the struggles I've been through will understand why I'm rightly so upset. I've had one set back health wise or another that have hampered me from being out on the trails again. This weekend was supposed to be back to back hiking with an overnight in between. The miles hiked would have been about 14-17. Probably 7 or so the first day, and maybe 8 the next. I was completely looking forward to walking long hours in the gentle rolling pine forests out east. Well none of that happened. But the trip wasn't a total waste. I learned valuable things and it was an entirely eye opening experience that I needed.
I'll write more later...