I'm not 19 anymore.
Last Sunday, I decided to play basketball with some friends at the church picnic. Shortly after starting the third game, I came down a little off balance and sprained my ankle. For a brief moment I was able to see into the depths of the universe. Or maybe it just felt that way. I saw stars, the moon, and several other things I couldn't identify.
I hobbled off the court and limped back to the picnic tables. Thankfully, nothing was broken, although it appears to have been a grade two sprain. The ankle is still a bit tender, but most of the swelling has gone down. I can't wait to get back to working out, but will now have to consider a brace that will handle all the bouncing and jumping around.