This all started about maybe 3 months ago, when i was running with my hubby down old Upper Thomson Road and we were going quite quickly downhill when i had encountered some mis-footing over a branch and snapped my right ankle. The pain was excruciating and it started to set in slowly... I was down on the ground and couldn't get up for about 5 minutes. I let it heal and attempted the R-I-C-E method of healing. RICE just stands for Rest Ice Compress Elevate. That helped but i couldn't walk the next few days and was out of action for a week and a half. I guess the one thing i should have done was to strengthen the muscles and ligaments around that area after that. Thank God I have a physiotherapist for a cousin who is studying in the Auzzie land and happened to be in Singapore. She taped up my ankle to give it extra support it needed and that sped up the healing process.
So a month passed, and i was out for an assignment.
I had been training really hard with my swims and my runs and decided to take part in a swim/run competition just for the fun of it. I even dragged along my friend who willingly went through the ordeal with me. However, 2 days before the event, i snapped my right ankle again whilst getting into the car from an assignment. I could hear it SNAP. Later, the pain set in. It's a vomit inducing kind of pain, worse than giving birth and having a needle stuck into your knee cap all at the same time. (actually these are two separate incidents - but i'm just trying to illustrate the kind of pain that one goes through when one snaps his/her ankle). I dragged myself into the car and started to tear while i was talking to my hubby. "I have a race in 2 days. Please pray for me. I don't want to disappoint gill and myself and i really wanna do this..boohoo.. i trained hard...."
There was no way I could have felt any better and no way any sports med could help me at this point. It would have taken at least a week to heal, and normally, the ankle would swell the next day. So without any other choice around me, I knew I still had one thing to do. Pray and believe in the miracles of God. I made a promise to Him that I would sing of his goodness and mercies whether or not I made it through the race but we know that God listens and satisfies the disires of our hearts so I took a moment in my car which was parked outside a Karoke Bar and had a Bargirl staring at me but i just blocked out all the outside noise for a moment and prayed.
I made it that morning, and I wouldn't have been able to do so without His mercies and Blessings which come also in the form of my supportive husband and friend Gill.
So yeah, we didn't die and in fact made it ok, injury free.
Right now, as i'm writing this, I'm nursing the same snapped ankle which snapped about a half hour ago as i tried to persue my morning run. At first I was bummed but hey guess what? It's POURING now and maybe it's another blessing in disguise? (:
So i spent the past 4 days at the Sepang track burning in the sun... I didn't have my ear muffs so i'm sure my hearing has detiriorated. It was a very stressful event and i found out that covering the F1 race is NOT easy though fun. 
It's actually been a very long time since i've been stressed at an assignment. Almost miserable at some point of coverage. But the learning curve is steep and i'm glad i survied it. I finally met up with my colleague Eugene from the Shanghai bureau. He was so sweet and left me his ear muffs for future races. So after 4 days of being browned by the blazing sun, and feeling like a beached whale from drinking all that water, it's nice to come home to a fat face who insisted on wearing the ear muffs for a good part of the day!
