I think that I should be forced to walk around in body armour. All the time.
Last week I was getting ready to go out and was in a particularly good mood. I did a little dance while going up my basement stairs... and down I went. I landed directly on my patella tendon on my old un-carpeted stairs. Huge bruise didn't help my 80 minute run last Sunday.
This morning I topped it.
I was getting ready to ride my trainer. All excited to watch some football. Doing a little dance around my living room and BAM! Whapped my toes on my trainer. And, um, kinda broke my fourth toe.
So I'm writhing in pain on my couch looking at my bike. I know it's broken. Broken appendages feel different than sprained ones. If Miss Graceful knows anything, it's what a broken finger or toe feels like. So my toe and my brain had a little conversation:
Brain: You're just a toe
Toe: But I hurt real bad. I mean look at me! I'm all swollen and starting to turn black and blue!
Brain: Your point?
Toe: But it's going to hurt to put on those cycling shoes!
Brain: Yeah, well it's going to hurt to run 26.2 miles, too.
Toe: But that's different!
Brain: Suck it up princess. Put a sock on it and get on that damn trainer. We have a 135 minute workout to do.
That's pretty much how it went. I had an awesome workout. My heart rate was very low, so I put it in the big ring and hammered for 2 hours. I was sweating, it hurt, but in the end I feel great. Well, except for the toe. It's a little more swollen and a little more black. It better get over it. We have 8.5 miles to run tomorrow.
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