I get up a little later this morning and may ankle is still weak and throbbing. I try to walk it out, but to no avail. I have my coffee and Genesis slice with peanut butter. I know that Dirty Thirty is out of the question, unless I want to exacerbate the injury, so I resolve myself to doing the Yoga instead. It's a nice break and I feel like I managed to keep myself going despite the setback. Of course, this feeling of accomplishment is short-lived as DD makes her way downstairs while I'm finishing up and not only continually interrupts me, but annoyingly makes discouraging comments. I'm glad to be done and feel deflated.
I make sure to eat all of my green containers before we have to leave at 3:30. Tonight is the second concert we are attending with friends and they are Master Level Tailgaters. I know there will be burgers and hot dogs, along with rolls and most likely chips. Most of all, the alcoholic beverages will be flowing.
What a great concert it was! St. Asonia, Alter Bridge, Breaking Benjamin, and Disturbed were all excellent. Despite the pouring rain at an outdoor beach venue, we had a wonderful time with our friends. We got entries into the VIP area, so we wound up standing through the whole show. It was worth it through, we had a great view and easy access to food, beverages, and special bathrooms. The finally tally: 3 Mike's Hard Lemonades, hamburger with bun (1 red & 2 yellow) , hotdog with bun (2 yellow, and 4 orange?), 4 tostitos scoops, 1 glass of cabernet, 2 16oz Lime-a-Ritas.
We are home by midnight and my ankle is screaming.
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