A Quote by Ant Middleton

On a 60-mile trek with a 200-kg. bergen on my back, I felt my ankle break. Some might have given up. I broke my other ankle to even up the pain. And carried on. — © Ant Middleton
On a 60-mile trek with a 200-kg. bergen on my back, I felt my ankle break. Some might have given up. I broke my other ankle to even up the pain. And carried on.
When Jack Swagger copies my Ankle Lock and Randy Orton does my Angle Slam, it's disrespectful. I didn't come up with the Ankle Lock; Ken Shamrock came up with the Ankle Lock, but I waited until he retired to do the Ankle Lock.
Annabeth sat up and glared at her ankle. "You HAD to break," she scolded it. The ankle did not reply.
I have a microphone on one ankle and an ankle bracelet on the other, so I'm well balanced today.
I dance in a three-and-a-half-inch stiletto heel - but it took me a while to get to that level. You really have to be careful not to break your ankle or twist your ankle.
I broke my back, I broke my ankle. I didn't cry then.
I've broken my ankle in two spots. Fortunately, it was a relatively clean break, so it's remained in position. The bone has remained in position. I don't require surgery. I will have to rest it, though. It's a broken ankle.
I got traded in the middle of an injury - my ankle injury - so in '09, I came back and just kind of flukishly had some success. I was far, far from healthy. I came back in 2010 still nursing that ankle injury. Yeah, it was a rough, rough go. My first few years in Chicago were not much fun.
I broke my right ankle. Four ribs. One rib went into my liver. My spleen. My back in two places.
It was the force of the ball. It made my foot bone and ankle come together and cracked. I thought I had just twisted my ankle, but it was a clear fracture.
They took to silence. They touched each other without comment and without progression. A hand on a hand, a clothed arm, resting on an arm. An ankle overlapping an ankle, as they sat on a beach, and not removed. One night they fell asleep, side by side... He slept curled against her back, a dark comma against her pale elegant phrase.
I remember doing this little physical gesture of holding up my foot and having my foot wave around while I held my ankle. It got a big laugh, and when people started laughing, it dumped some chemicals on my brain. It just felt so good.
The thing under my bed waiting to grab my ankle isn't real. I know that, and I also know that if I'm careful to keep my foot under the covers, it will never be able to grab my ankle.
Children of the mentally ill learn early on how not to be a bother, especially if they grew up with neglect. As my sister insisted once, when she was in severe pain after injuring her ankle, 'This isn't me! This is not who I am!
My sister was so promiscuous she broke her ankle in the glove compartment of a car.
The year I gave up the 150-catch streak I had an ankle injury and didn't want to go back in because I'd have a better chance of playing the following week.
Until Charlie broke his ankle in Toronto, we were as good a unit as anybody.
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