The Trial has Landed

Last week I talked about a sense of foreboding that I had. Turns out I'm not crazy, and the Lord did have something extra special in mind for me...

A hurt ankle.

On the trial spectrum, a hurt ankle is not the worst thing that could of happened, but it's not super low either. Especially living in Rexburg during the winter.

I live on the 3rd floor of my apartment complex, on top of a hill, in a town where it snows regulary, across the street from a big campus, with my classes spread out on said campus, with some of those classes upstairs. I guess I'll finally get to use the elevator.

I've always taken the stairs, not just because I need to, (you've seen me...) but also because I heard once that until the day he died, President Hinckley took the stairs. I figured that if a 90+ man can do it, I can too.

My injury follows my attempt to get involved and be a little active. During my dodge ball game last night, I was the last one standing on my side. I was dodging left and right trying to miss the balls thrown by the beefy guys on the other team. I succeeded for a while too. Until the inevitable happened.

I. Didn't. Dodge. The. Ball.

I was struck.

Wounded.

Maimed.

I was out.

While trying to dodge the fatal blow, I jumped to the left hoping to miss it. But when I landed, my ankle decided that it was tired of holding me up and quit. No two weeks notice or anything.

So now I am lying on my bed, feeling sorry for myself as I prepare to crawl to the bathroom and commence cleaning for clean checks.

Moral:
Look out for those beefy dodge ball players, they play dirty.

Epic Fail

So, my blog friends, I have joined a team. A dodgeball team. We had our first game last night and it was a lot of fun. Our team name is Epic Fail, and we did just that.

Before the game even began, we lost. We had to forfeit because not enough of our players showed up. We decided to stay and play anyway, and the other team agreed. Despite the fact that the other team had like 10 more people than we did and most of them were big athletic types, we had a good time.

We never did win a round though. We came close once, but then they came back and kicked our butts. So we failed epically.

I think my favorite part was making shirts and taking pictures before the game. It was great! The back of my shirt said "Slow and steady wins the race loses at dodgeball. I'm slow and steady..." I kind of loved it. It was a fun game and it got me moving.