I ran a little further this time, and didn't stop - not even once! When I arrived back to my starting point I was out of breath, but not completely knackered; my little legs were running sloppily, but I could have continued; the album on my iPhone had stopped, but could have been restarted. Basically, I was running well! I had one set back, and this was my right ankle.
I am rather ashamed to say what I am about to say, but I feel it is probably necessary! About 10 years ago my little brother, Ben was absolutely desperate for a pogo stick. He waited, and waited and finally Father Christmas managed to pop one down the chimney for him. Ben was delighted, and could not have been more excited about the prospect of pogo-ing himself here, there and everywhere.
Ben was a little unsure as to what skills were needed in order to get the pogo-stick started, and so, as older sister I felt I was able to help him out. Now, pogo-sticks look pretty easy to work to me (probably about as easy as a space hopper, a scooter or a hopper popper), so I took the liberty of providing Ben with a demonstration on how to use said pogo-stick.
Two bounces, one dislocated ankle and half an hour later I was in Stroud hospital conjuring up a less embarrassing explanation for my injury. The doctor on duty happened to be the Good Morning star, Dr Mark Porter, and to my horror (and my fathers!), my step-mother spent the majority of Christmas day swooning over Mark.
It's safe to say, it wasn't the best way to spend Christmas Day, and my dodgy ankle ensures I shall forever be reminded of yet another embarrassing incident.
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