Well today we decided to go on a bike ride it was run day but thought oh well will do that tomorrow.
Cycled about 4 miles or so and wanted to go further we were by the coast and worked out the way through to next cycle way.
Got through there and was just looking ahead to see way was clear of day trippers and hit a mound of sand.
As I fell I heard my ankle click twice (sorry if that is too much info) and knew it was broken.
We were debating our options for getting back to our car, I couldnt cycle or weight bear when my night in shining armour appeared in the guise of a life gaurd. After taking it all in he called his boss who took us back in the landrover. The bumps were agony but eventually got to hospital and xray to see a break in the bottom of my fibula.
Now I am learning to use crutches which I hate its an upper body work out just getting to my kitchen.
Will be in plaster for 6 weeks then who knows. I am so sad about this as this my 60th year was gearing up to be my keep fit year.
I will stick around and encourage everyone from the sidelines.