I really should learn that exercise is bad for you. Tell you why - I regularly do a 5km run down by the canal near Black Library Towers (it's a good way to keep fit, helps me clear my head and devote some much needed 'think time' to my projects). I figured, working at a desk, a bit of running could do no harm. How wrong I was...
Okay, so I'm on said run, yesterday in fact, and I have the misfortune to step on a bit of branch debris littering the canal path. Fairly innocuous, right? Wrong! My foot bent inwards and I stretched my ligaments pretty bad. I didn't feel much at first, but after I'd walked back several km (it happened at the end of my first lap, as luck with have it) it was hurting pretty bad. A couple of hours after that and I could barely walk on it.
I managed to drive my car (after finishing work late), got home and Louise suggested we go to A&E. This was an experience in itself. The nurses were all very nice and professional, but some of the clientele in there (i.e. the other patients) were just down right unnerving. I had an hour and a half wait, and when I finally got to the nurses station I was told I had sprained my ankle (i.e. ligament damage).
Luckily, it doesn't stop me writing, though I'm having a short break at the moment (for a few days), after finishing the Ultramarines novella/mini-book (more information/details on this soon, I promise). I'm currently (well, after finishing this post) with my foot up, well iced and playing away on Patapon for the PSP (and how awesome it is, too).
Next up, writing-wise, is the Salamander short story for the
Heroes of the Space Marines anthology. I'm also going to devote some attention to a short crime story for my writing group and try and get chapter four to
Wyrd Dreams down (thanks to all the Necromunda fans for their patience on this one).