My final answer is Volleyball.

I've been hobbling around for about 3 and half weeks on an injured foot. When I'm at work, I don't usually leave my desk. However, I do have to get up to do a couple of things. When I do, I seem to have the same experience. I run into someone I barely know or don't know and they ask, "What happened to your foot." Then I have to stand there on my good foot for a few minutes while they grill me and give me advice which I try to listen to attentively, wishing I could hobble away to a chair. My response is getting to be second nature.
For example, today, I ran into a guy I work with once in awhile. He said 'hi' and instead of responding with 'how are you' or 'hello', I said, "Volleyball." He just started laughing. Yep, he had not even asked about my foot. He admitted he was going to, but I threw him off with my statement.
Serves me right I guess. Volleyball IS my destruction and my love. I can't say how many times, I've injured myself playing volleyball, but is definitely more than five or six times. Yet, I can't seem to give it up. I am paying for it by having to go to physical therapy. The therapy seems to be working though. I can walk with a much less noticeable limp and I get out of my aircast starting tomorrow. I also can drive again starting tomorrow! (I did kind of cheat today and drove myself to therapy.)