The never healing sprained ankle
As a youth, I was very athletic. Then, when I was about 35, I became overburdened with work and family obligations, and so I let myself go a bit.
On the occasion of my fortieth birthday though, I looked at myself in the mirror, and noticing with horror the belly that had transformed my outline, I promised myself I would return to running regularly the way I used to do when I was twenty.
So I managed to get a pair of very expensive running shoes as a gift, and the following day, early in the morning, I gulped a cup of coffe and out I went, running on the street.
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