I like to run... a lot. Like, "I'll race you!!!"

I think I'm super fast. (haha, not).

A few years ago I was out walking to a bar with friends and decided to take off (giddily), I tripped and fell in a puddle and sprained my ankle and had to be in a boot for a month.

As soon as I got the boot off, I tried to do it again with my boyfriend. He grabbed my belt to stop me, because sometimes I take off and get lost, and I face plummeted into a sidewalk. But thankfully I was hypo and thought it was hilarious and laughed off the pain.