Running and Fighting

I don't watch much TV, but I have seen some commercials for running shoes. Where an announcer says that you have a love/hate relationship with running. I have that. I should be back from my run right now, but I blew it off. Now of course I can and I will get up early tomorrow morning and "get a run in." But I have to run hills tomorrow, and after working all day I don't feel like running hills at 6:30 at night. The last time I ran hills in the dark I twisted the you know what out of my ankle. As a matter of fact the three year anniversary of that event just happened. This was at the end of what I like to call the Summer of Injuries.
It all started when I was rehearsing a new stunt for the stunt show I was appearing in. I won't go into details but I slammed into a wall pretty hard. A few days later I ran a motorcycle into a wall, but luckily for the motorcycle I cushioned the impact with the wall by thrusting my hand between said wall and motorcycle at the last second. I woke up the next morning with a hand the size of a Mickey Mouse glove.
That hand throbbed so much that I couldn't run. The bouncing made my hand ache and so I spent the summer in rehab trying to get my hand back.
Days turned into weeks and my hand finally came back to normal and so I was allowed to go back to work and rehearse again. I conquered the stunt that earlier in the summer had slammed me into a wall, and I drove home that night glad to know that I was finally back on track and my body was "back in one piece." To celebrate I decided to go running, since I hadn't done any running in two months or more and I thought doing the challenging hill route would be a good test. Of course near the end of my run, in the dark I stepped off a curb funny and twisted the you know what out of my ankle. I woke up the next day with an ankle that looked like the knee of a camel. I couldn't walk on it without it being taped and I couldn't put weight on it without making a face. I was done for the next three months which of course meant no work at the stunt show. A week later I called my boss and said I was leaving the show.
But I haven't quit running. Oh we may fight from time to time and not see each other, but I always come back. Especially when I need some new running shoes.