third set of crutches after having a minor

foot surgery that almost cancelled my
summer plans to travel to Indonesia. But
that’s not even the worst part! Relapse.
Restlessness. Rehabilitation. These are the
three Rs that I go through each time my feet
fail me, which seems to be far more often
than this 23-year-old Energizer Bunny can
handle. At the risk of sounding dramatic, let
me explain a bit about my previous injuries
and how they always seem to be about my
feet.

One time at writing camp I participated
in a rainbow parachute game—you know
the one, you've all played Cat & Mouse
with that colourful canopy at least once.
Only this time, we decided to try out a
different game, a flying game. The object
was clear: Someone sits in the centre of
the parachute and everyone else grabs a
handful of rainbow rayon and walks around
ina circle, wrapping up the victim—er, I
mean participant—in the centre. Once the
participant in the middle is fully wrapped
up, the outsiders pull back and send the
centre-sitter spinning and flying upwards.
Simple enough. Well, when it was my turn,
something bad happened. I didn’t fly. I
didn’t even spin. I just ungracefully tumbled
forward over my foot and heard a pop that
I didn't give much thought to at the time.
Conveniently after my turn, it was time to
clean up and move on. Only I couldn’t move
on, much less move at all. Without knowing
it at the time, I had effectively fractured the
top of my left foot.

The second break wasn't any better.

I always seem to injure myself in the

least cool of ways, not that there really

is any cool way to injure oneself. I’m just
never left with any badass stories to tell
involving helicopters or saving puppies. My
boyfriend and I went to Extreme Air Park in
Marlborough, Calgary where we bought two
hours of trampoline bouncing. Sounds like
fun, right? I mean, the walls and floors were
covered in trampolines and there were foam
pits and dodgeballs! It can’t get better than
that, can it? But yes, it did. If you consider
it “fun” to jump off a trampoline with a
twist, land into a foam pit with a broken
cuboid bone, have the fire department
called to fetch you out—we’re talking five

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