blogher and ankles

hello friends! happy friday! do you know what today is? today is the day i officially start freaking out about blogher. because up until now i've pretty much pretended it didn't exist, and now i have three (3!!!!!!!!!!) business days until i hop on a plane and head on over. and i still don't have:

a) any clue what sessions to go to (looking at a list of them might be a good start..?)
b) any clue what parties to attend (obvs, much more important)
c) ANY clue what i'm packing (MOST PROBLEMATIC)
d) blogger business cards.

ha! whoops! i've created a little mock-up in ppt of lame little self-made business cards, and i plan to scoot over to staples today to have a bunch whipped up. so that's one problem half-assedly solved! (i mean, have you seen nilsa's gorgeous cards? mine will look... um. homemade.)

the other problems i'll hopefully tackle next week, because with the two friends in from out of town as of last night, there will be nothing but awesome sauce happening for the rest of the weekend. which: trust me, i'm not complaining. :-)

what i AM complaining about (because let's be honest, there's always something) is my GOSH DANG EFFING NO GOOD MOTHER LOVING SON OF A WANKER ankle. my stupid, useless ankle.

you may remember that i've had ankle problems in the past, but i did some physical therapy last summer and it went wonderfully. i've had zero problems since then, even though i've been very active. i run regularly, go to the gym, and do all manner of pickup sports without any problems (and without external support on my ankle), but i do still wear my ankle brace just as a preventative measure when i'm playing the kind of high-impact sports where my ankle has shown its vulnerabilities in the past - like ultimate, for example, which involves a lot of lateral movement and sudden direction changes, plus jumping and potentially landing wrong on an ankle. and this isn't some pansy neoprene sleeve acting as a brace. no, this is a BRACE. lace up, vinyl laminated, brace. this one, actually:

it's wonderful. strong, stiff, secure.. everything you want in an ankle brace. and i still ROLLED MY ANKLE COMPLETELY OVER while wearing it last night, during a game of ultimate.

i'm so ANGRY about it. in pain, sure, but far more frustrated and pissed off. i hate that my body keeps breaking down like this, when i'm honestly not asking anything superhuman of it. i know i have bad ankles, so i've taken precautions, gone to physical therapy, i treat them well, and even lace them up in braces when i know they'll have trouble. and i still can't get through two casual pick up games of ultimate without one collapsing under me. it's very, very frustrating.

but. i have a fantastic weekend planned, so i'm going to do my best to ignore my ankle for now. and hey, i sprained an already-weak ankle LAST year while i was in chicago around this time; why not make it a tradition? i'll be the one at blogher with an ankle the size of a cantaloupe!