via – Lydia M, AbsoluteFIT Participant | AVAC®
It’s amazing how the littlest things can throw you off track in the biggest ways.
There I was, just reading my New York Times magazine while brushing my teeth, as I am wont to do. I turned to go into the bedroom — still reading, also as I am wont to do — and with a great suddenness, out of nowhere, it felt like my right pinkie toe got bashed with a ball-peen hammer: WHAM! Agony!
I had failed to clear the doorway — and as I found out a couple of days later, I had broken my toe, the littlest piggie, the one who cried “wee, wee, wee all the way home.” And there was nothing the doc could do, really — he was like, “Ehh, you could tape it? Or not. Up to you. Take an ibuprofen?” Thaaaanks. That was worth the $30 copay.
The first day I felt I could handle it, I put on my roomiest-toe-box athletic shoes and rode the stationary bike for 45 minutes, pathetically watching Marcy’s awesome TRX session going on in the Pilates studio and feeling sorry for myself that I wasn’t in there too. That’s how it’s been for a week and a half: no cute strappy sandals, no running my 5K race (in fact, no running at all), no playing FunBall with my kids (where we kick around a whole bunch of balls of various sizes in our sunken living room) … and no AbsoluteFIT for me for awhile.
There are worse problems, I know. This one is small (ha!) potatoes — and I’m almost ready to go back into the studio. I am looking forward to it like you would not believe.