Mutant Cyst – 125 Alexis – 0

March 3, 2010

There’s a mutant cyst on my ankle. I’d take a photo of it for you but right now, I’m too grossed out by the thing. It started out as just a pain when I sat cross legged and that area was pressing on the ground and then I noticed a bump, which after hours and hours or freaking myself out about possible ankle injuries, I ended up at the doctor’s. Who told me it was a cyst, most likely caused by an ankle injury. And the only way for the thing to go away? Surgery.

But anyhows, I thought I’d tell the mutant cyst “Fuck you, I’ve got a duathlon next week and I’m running whether you like it or not.” this morning. Turns out, aside from causing major discomfort, mutant cysts never take well to being told to fuck off. Because this morning’s run was crap. After the first 500 meters, my flipping ankle started to hurt everytime I landed on it. When the damned thing hurts, it just reminds me of getting my ankle cut open and know what happens when you tell me the word ‘surgery’? Despite all my better senses, I Google. Obsessively. And find images of body parts cut open exposing a glowing white orb that is presumably the cyst. Images that just come floating up into my brain when my ankle hurts while running. Which is pretty damned nauseating.

Anyway, a map of this morning’s run. I had meant to do two loops of the route but the ankle wasn’t agreeable. I’ll try again tomorrow morning. Fuck you, cyst.

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