So we've been training for the route 66 half marathon because we've been hankering for another long race and the route 66 race is in T-town. Last Friday we ran a 12 miler along the creek turnpike. It was a brutal run for Kyle, but Layne killed it, as always. There's a huge hill that we normally run up to get those extra hill muscle stretched out. It's about 2.5 miles from home and Layne was the only one that had the strength to get up the hill during our 12er. Mainly because Kyle was about 10 minutes behind. He was strug like a mother truckin' bug. Regardless, K got the mileage.
Also, over the past year, we've been playing indoor soccer with Layne's fam in a coed league. It's been really fun, but people have been randomly getting hurt, here and there. Pastor Andy sprained an ankle, Rion came down with a bum knee, Kyle rolled his ankle. It can get rough out there.
Anyways, this past Sunday during our game, Layne got the worst ankle sprain that Kyle's ever seen. No joke, it was sick nasty. K immediately wanted to go get an x-ray. L could barely look at her ankle without almost throwing up. Leaving soccercity, Kyle gave Layne a piggyback ride and everyone who saw her ankle cringed. When we get to southcrest hospital, the ladies in registration take one look and declare it broken. Second opinion from another lady: oh yeah, broken. Natch, we were pretty pessimistic prior to x-rays. Fortunately for us, it is not broken. And fortunately for you, here is a montage of the episode. What a beaut.
The last picture is very embarrassing for Layne. This is her first personal encounter with cankles and she doesn't like it.
This weekend is Joe and Emmy's wedding in Kansas City. Will our heroine be able to wear heels?! Or will she be doomed to doing the dougie in a robo-boot?! Stay tuned to find out...
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