But like the title states, I'm going to go into detail of what I was doing to garner this injury.

It is actually quite ironic, because a lot of people have credited me for being able to get out of distance extremely well. For those non-fencing inclined, this means avoiding being in your opponents range to get hit. One way I execute this is by jumping backwards, and landing on balance. It was one of the first things I learned as a fencer, and we drilled it quite often, In fact, one fencer came up to me one day after practice and started going off on how pretty I did this.

To me, it was a routine piece of footwork that I have done multiple times. This wasn't something I decided to pull out of my hat at the last second. This was something I was planning on doing and was building up on. Placed my weight on left foot, and then...

Snap, crackle, pop!

I remember looking behind me and wondering who hit me on the back of the leg after I landed. Honestly, I was doing better than I expected. A part of me started forming conspiracy theories. But no one was behind me. The reel was in place. I then fumbled to the ground.

I find humor in that a routine technique had me down for the count. But reading up on ATR's, I found that its just these kind of activities that lead to such a thing happening. I have had a history of Achilles' Tendonitis, so I think this was inevitably coming.

Rolling around in the lab in a rolling chair was fun, but I did catch some confounded glares being shot at my direction. Every day it seems like I have to answer the "What happened???!!" question at least three times, following with "How long are you going to be in a cast?". Today was my busiest day in terms of moving about the lab, and I have concluded that despite my best efforts, I still have to take it slow. My good leg is starting to ache as well, and I'm afraid that I'll be wearing two casts instead of one pretty soon if I don't take care of myself. Another problem is my shoulder, but I've been icing it and using the crutches less. The last worry is developing a blood clot. I'm still in week 3 and although I have been propping my leg up at work, I feel like its insufficient.

Maybe it was foolhardy for me to return to work so soon. But we'll see.

I really shouldn't be dwelling on the past, or the "what ifs", so I'll just focus on the prospect of receiving my handicap placard tomorrow. Should make life a lot easier!