bring out the gimp*

During Monday night's shaolin class, I made the mistake of underestimating an opponent. It wasn't like we were sparring; instead, we were doing one of those deceptively simple exercises that illustrate any weaknesses in your basic stances.

It was one of the many things we do in pairs - we would face each other in the ready stance and then both parties attempt to push the other backwards. Shoulder to shoulder contact is allowed.

Since I was initially paired up with a small, underweight female, I thought I could easily push her all over the place. But she caught me unawares. While she didn't manage to get me to the wall, I managed to sprain my left ankle as I wasn't in a proper ready stance, and my foot wasn't turned in the right direction. It made a horrid little crunchy noise.

Two days later I'm still limping around. The oddest thing about a sprained ankle is that, although you would think it would bother you the least in the morning, it's the time of day that mine bothers me the most.

Perhaps I should get a cane and walk around the office like Dr. House.

* Infamous line from the movie Pulp Fiction. No, you don't need to wake me up.