Yesterday, M. and I were running down the stairs, competing to see who would reach the bottom first. It was just a silly activity, nothing extreme. However, I had a not-so-good idea to jump over the last two steps. Unfortunately, I didn't land as planned and ended up falling. M. came to help me get up, and since I'm always afraid of any bodily abnormalities, M. checked to see if my foot was still okay. Fortunately, everything is fine, although it does hurt a bit. It's an improvement from yesterday.
