The First Hurdle

I lay still, exhaling through pursed lips until I could wince myself up onto the sofa. I unfisted my eyes to look at my hand. My right pinky had swelled into a lopsided stack of blueberries. I'd never seen such an ugly shade to my skin. Worse yet, I couldn't move my finger at all. My mind leaped to the petrifying place any athlete or gym rat's would. "Oh no, my training!"