Submission 134 / Day 132

POUND to the Jungle Theater, Minneapolis.

I'm going to curb my natural loquaciousness today . . . or, more precisely, my right ankle is . . . because it HURTS. I sprained or fractured the damn thing again and the only reason there's doubt about which is that it's difficult to tell from the X-rays whether the fissures that appear on my fibula are the result of this episode or the ones (yes, that's plural) that preceeded it.

A guy sitting next to me in the emergency room asked why I keep doing the same thing (in this case, running) that produces this recurring problem. And all I could say is what Sports Illustrated said of a frustratingly inconsistent basketball player many years ago, "He never makes a mistake that he doesn't repeat at least two hundred times." . . . But then, you already know that about me.