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(Soccer, for those of you in North America.)

Russia has made it to the semifinal of the Euro Cup, which is a super big deal. Just making it to the quarterfinal was a really big deal. Russia hadn’t even made it that far in post-Soviet history. (The Soviet Union made it to the final in 1988.)

Kostia and I were on a train for most of the duration of the game. I listened to it on the radio when reception allowed, and Lenka SMSed me the score when it didn’t. It was very exciting. I don’t even know why I care, except that I can imagine exactly what it is like on the streets of St. Petersburg at this moment – full of drunk, happy people, on the whitest of the White Nights. (edit: Oh, and also because it’s fun to root for the underdog.) I kinda wish I was there.

Between 1995 and 2002 I injured my ankles approximately twelve thousand times, mostly jogging and playing ultimate frisbee. But it’s been six years since my last sprain or stress fracture, and I sort of forgot that my ankles are a big problem. So when Lenka and Dima invited me to their orienteering club’s circuit training on Wednesday, I didn’t think about wearing an ankle brace or not jumping over hurdles, I just thought it would be good for me to do something sporty, since I’ve been supremely lazy of late.

I made a great impression on the orienteering folks by landing on my foot sideways and spectacularly spraining my ankle within the first 20 minutes. Now that I think about it, although I like running and I like maps, orienteering isn’t the sport for me, what with all that running in the forest. Uneven terrain is designed for spraining ankles.

At least I wasn’t far from home and there were people around to give me a ride, unlike the time I was on a business trip and twisted my ankle jogging in an unfamiliar neighborhood. I had to take a taxi to the hospital then.
I didn’t go to the hospital this time; I remember the old routine: ice, compression bandage, ibuprofen, rest. I can get away without crutches since it’s school vacation (known as Winter Sports Break, oh, the irony) in Sweden this week, and I don’t have to go anywhere until Monday.

I’m getting a lot of reading done now.

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I'm an American who started blogging when I moved to Russia in 2004. Eventually I moved to Sweden, where life is pleasant but uneventful, and stopped blogging for lack of interesting things to say. And then I joined Facebook, which further destroyed any motivation for blogging. Maybe someday I'll start blogging again, but for now, this blog is dormant, an archive of The Russia Years: 2004-2008.

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