Man, it feels like I've been wearing stilletoes.

Nah, I don't know if the bones actually broken. Just impossible to put weight on, and it's bruised all around it. Might go and see the doc tomorrow just in case.

See, yesterday morning, was doing some bushwalking/inpromptu rockclimbing when needed in a gorge with some mates near Glenbrook in the blue mountains. At one stage had to do a jump from one rock to another with the second rock about a meter away and a meter up (with a fall of about 20 meters if I missed). I've always been the brave one, but for some reason I piked out on this one. Guess I'm getting old. So anyway, after I took the soft way out of climbing over we had to keep going around the other side. It was either the way we came or over the other side, which looked like a jump only about 1.5 meters wide, but about 2 meters down. So being embarrased about being a big girl, I decided to do the jump over the other side. I was right about it being 1.5 meters across. But it was more like 3-4 meters down. I think I paniced and didn't land properly, my left foot slipped and took to much weight of landing on the heel. I thought it was broken for a start and I was going to have to get winched out by a chopper. But I soon worked out I could put weight on my toes so we got out.

After working out that a sore heel isn't the worst thing in the world, decided to go for a mountain bike ride that arvo. Got caught in big storm then steady rain for ages, and at one point lost the front and learly crashed. Guess what I instinctively put out to catch myself? Yup, that heel. Idiot.

Still, I've worked out 1.5 legs is at least good for something. Had the organisations golf championship today which I wanted to play in. So I hired an electric cart and went around in 5 under my handicap. So me was happy.