Stubbed Toe

Okay so I am debating whether to put up a picture of my gnarled toe. I am sure you would all love to sit down for lunch and read through your daily blogs. And just when you take a bite of whatever yummy thing you’re eating you click my blog and up pops my big fat big toe all yellow, cracked, and bruised...ohhh yummy!

Anyway my story starts on Saturday...(this is where we fade into a dream (harp please), you hear the sound of birds in the background and you see me standing in my running clothes).

I was in front of Bloomington Bagel Company getting ready for my second ever 10 mile run. There were about 8 other women there and it was exciting. Unlike last time I went to bed late and ate a horrible breakfast. Well this time we attacked hills, the woods, and some more hills. By the time we were done I felt like I had walnuts under my skin and my butt and thighs were like Jello Jigglers.

So as I hobbled through the door to my house (covered in sweat) I decided that going to the pool would be the best way to recover. I slipped into my swimmables and some flip-flops and (again) hobbled to the pool. Well, as you may know, (because you are still in the dream state watching all this) I didn't pick my feet up very well as I was hobbling and so as my right foot was being lazily picked up to move in front of me I…
WHAM!!!!! AHHHHHH...Sparkles before my eyes WACKED my big toe on the lip of the raised side walk.

Now I know you what you think - that as tired as I was, I would fall to the ground and cry from pain and exhaustion...and although I truly wanted to...I thought "FRINEONGDOIN...Blood - Clots!, I will get to that pool!" So now I am limping, jiggling, and hobbling to the pool with a bleeding, cracked toe nail, and a sneer on my face that would have killed anything in my path. Once I got to the pool I rinsed my toe off with my tongue (just kidding...had you goin' huh?" I rinsed my toe off in the bathroom, dried it off and then passed out on a pool chair for an hour and half.

I woke up to my husband telling me it was time to come home and write my paper. But before I said anything back I stuck my bottom lip out, raised my eye brows, filled my brown eyes with tears, then lifted my foot and showed him what the side walk had done to me. We walked (rather I hobbled, jiggled, and limpded) home...only to fall into my bed and take a much needed 3 hour nap!

Note to self: Pick up your feet when you walk, don't run 10 miles and not sleep the night before, and kill the sidewalk that mangled your toe!