Roots

It appeared my potatoes weren't doing very well. I thought perhaps they were rotting in the ground and so I harvested a bucket. It actually yielded some very tasty, albeit small, potatoes. For the fourth, I made the "French" version of the American standby. I'm not exactly sure why the recipe called it French Potato Salad with Bacon. Anyway, it was sans mayonnaise, with a light vinaigrette and bacon. Pretty simple. The beets don't seem to be getting much bigger. I can't quite figure that one out. I harvested one which had started to split. It went into the beet salad last night, tasted sort of earthy before I added the vinaigrette dressing.

Those were the good roots.

The other one sent me sprawling. I went to run a trail I hadn't run in a long time. One time I got spooked running there in the late afternoon - unknown, seemingly large animal, no other people for some distance - and I had since avoided it. I will probably continue to avoid it after last week's fiasco. I love the run because its really good hill work, straight up, more or less. The view at the top is spectacular. There are a lot of bicyclists that ride the trail, making it a little nerve-racking as you round blind corners that they tend to fly down. On the way down this past trip, that's exactly what I did. I am usually quite agile over the roots, but the uphill climb had left me quite sluggish. I was thinking about how I should be careful, maybe even stop to walk, when the root seemingly burst through the soil, caught my foot, which formed a perpendicular angle with my leg, and a popping noise rang in my head. I couldn't really tell if it was my ankle that made that sound or I just imagined it. My body immediately lurched towards the ground, my good leg catching it, and righting me into a yowling hop. I was a mile away from my car and cell phone, so I had to hobble back. Walk it off, right? It was really painful, but fortunately I knew what to do. I think I was pretty lucky. I performed the standard PRICE plus ibuprofen. Today I was able to do yoga, sort of one legged. However, now my foot is numb, so I think that means I should continue to take it easy. Bummer. Dumb root.