It was my own fault, really; I shouldn't have been vaguely psyched up to start a new week, because today has been an absolutely horrible day, and I sincerely hope yours has been better.
To be fair, it was only really one specific bad thing that happened, but said bad thing is something I'm going to have to deal with for a bit — and that's messed up some of the plans I'd made to be better to myself.
Here's what happened. I was planning to go see some local friends this evening, where we were going to play some games and generally have an enjoyable, social time. With that in mind, I figured I'd go to the gym at lunchtime rather than simply skipping it for the day — good intentions, getting into solid habits and all that.
So at lunchtime, I got ready, stepped out the door, headed from my front door to my car — and as I was rounding the back of my car to reach the driver's side, my ankle gave way and I fell to the ground, skinning both my knees in the process. Thankfully I wasn't seriously hurt — at this point I'm not sure if I've sprained or just twisted my ankle, and the knee wounds looked worse than they were — but it was embarrassing, extremely painful and not at all how I intended any part of today to go.
As such, I've been spending the rest of today limping around and occasionally howling in pain, cancelling my appointment for the evening and resigning myself to the fact that I'm probably not going to be able to go to the gym for at least a couple of days. Which is frustrating, because I actually wanted to go, and I don't want to fall back into bad habits so soon after having what feels like, at the very least, a slight breakthrough in that regard.
But oh well. Shit happens and all that. Just gotta roll with the punches and deal with whatever bullshit life throws you as it happens, I guess. At least nothing worse happened.