Wounded by winter

It's March. And the next weekend, Daylight Saving Time starts. Nevertheless, we got a bunch of snow at the beginning of the week. I took this shot from our balcony on Monday morning.

8 inch or 20 cm of snow - fresh from heaven - in March ...

For some people, who haven't seen a significant amount of snow in their lives, this might be new:

Lesson #1: You shall not eat yellow snow.
Lesson #2: You shall not step through high piled snow when it is uncertain what's underneath.

I always follow #1. My ankle paid for ignoring #2 on Tuesday.

Yes, it may be uncommon to walk to the bakery at such weather. However, I did it. I had the choice between certainly wet feet (melting snow makes great ponds at crosswalks) or walking through knee-high piled snow which I could easily clap off my legs. I chose the latter.

What I didn't know was I would step on the curbside. I twisted my left ankle. Ouch! Having played soccer in high school, I knew nothing was broken. My friend (who is a nurse) confirmed that - most likely the ligament have been over-stretched. "Keep the foot cooled and rested" she said and I did.

In Germany, I would most certainly have seen a doctor immediately. Here: No need to - as it is already getting better.

But no Zumba in the near future. Back to biking and maybe rowing with ankle support (already ordered at amazon).

Time for spring!