New Year's Resolutions Down the Drain...or should I say pothole?

This year I made my new year's resolutions. I put a lot of thought into them, and felt like I compiled some really challenging, yet attainable goals. Maybe one day I will share all of them. One of those goals was to run at least 10 miles a week. I got some new running shoes for Christmas, and a new app on my phone to help chart my distance/time/calories. So I was ready to go. Yesterday was my first run of the week. I ran 2 miles on the treadmill in the morning, but then had to cut that short due to time constraints. So last night, I decided to run 2 more miles around the block. Spencer came with me. I was feeling great. It was dark and cool, and I could have gone for a long time. But on the home stretch, as I was beginning to pick up my pace to catch up with Spencer, I ran into a pothole and tumbled to the ground. It must have been quite a site. I think I even let out a grunt as I was falling. The dang hole was hiding in my shadow. Now I am left with a twisted and swollen ankle and new year's resolution that will be put on hold until further notice.

Can you see the swolleness?