My Beautiful Dark Twisted Ankle: A Running Mishap

Country: USA

Age: 39

Enthicity: White

Weight: 180 lbs

Gender: Male

Experience Running: 20+ years

Charleston, summer of 2013. I was 28, decked out in my bright Brooks running gear (thanks to their "Inspire Daily" program – shoutout to Brooks!), and Kanye's "All of the Lights" was blasting through my earphones. I miss the old Kanye... It was one of those perfect Charleston evenings: the sun had just set, the air was still warm, and that familiar smell of pluff mud hung in the air. I was feeling good, strong, and ready to tackle my usual running route.

Over the Ashley River bridge, down Lockwood Drive, around the Battery – I knew these streets like the back of my hand. But that night, something made me try running on that slanted sidewalk/sea barrier by the Battery. Maybe it was overconfidence, maybe it was Kanye getting me hyped up, who knows.

Whatever the reason, it was a bad call. One minute I was cruising, the next I was sprawled out on the pavement, looking like I'd just lost a wrestling match with a cheese grater. Blood was dripping from my knees and arm, and my ankle was already starting to swell.

I limped across the street toward those iconic Charleston houses, and tried to order an Uber. As I stood there, trying not to bleed on the pristine sidewalk, this kind couple on a porch noticed me and asked if I was okay.

I tried to downplay it, but they insisted I come inside while I waited for my ride. They cleaned me up, bandaged my wounds, and even offered me a beer (Bud Light, but hey, I wasn't complaining).

We chatted for a bit, and I was struck by their genuine concern and hospitality. It was a reminder that even in a city known for its charm, there are still people who go above and beyond to help a stranger in need.

When my Uber finally arrived, I thanked them profusely and offered them a discount at the shoe store where I worked, hoping to somehow repay their kindness. As I drove away, I couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of hope and gratitude.

That night in Charleston, I learned that sometimes, a bad fall can lead to a beautiful encounter. It was a reminder that kindness and compassion can be found in the most unexpected places, and that even when you're feeling defeated, there's always someone willing to lend a helping hand.