I had great intentions. Plans to exercise a lot and kick butt with my planks. And then, Wednesday morning, my inner klutz met up with a darn chair just lurking, ominously, in my path in the dark basement. The path I safely navigate countless times a day on the way to and from my computer. But not this time.
This time my toes reached out and connected with the chair and… ouch. Ouch, ouch, ouch. The verdict is still out as to whether or not my toe is actually broken, but it doesn’t really matter. It hurts. And it threw a wrench in my plans. I hate when that happens! Seems Mr. Murphy and I are very well acquainted. You know Mr. Murphy, don’t you? The guy who gave us the law that suggests that everything that can go wrong will go wrong. Oh yes, he and I are pretty darn tight. Unfortunately.
But lest I forget that I intend my blogging voice to be one of optimism, my glass might actually be half full. Because unlike the last time I broke a toe, the same toe by the way (stubbed during a nocturnal potty trip), this time I managed to put on my workout shoes with minimal discomfort. Woo hoo for that! Because it meant that post-stupid-stubbing-incident (and several sessions of icing) I got through Wednesday’s strength training workout (with my mom and trainer) with a bit of modification. (One legged squats instead of lunges, anyone?) I then proceeded to put in a leisurely 45 minutes on the elliptical which was all I had time for that day. And more good news: it was my husband, not I, hopping on a plane to accompany our son to college orientation. I was staying home alone and planned to make good use of the time to kick my own butt. Or so I thought. Which of course leads me back to my best laid plans of planks and cardio.
Clearly any exercise that put pressure on my toe was out. Darn and tarnation. No afternoon treadmill workouts for sure. Walking period… ouch. And since my toe actually hurt more the second day, my inner “not trying to find an excuse to not exercise but trying to be smart about not compounding an injury” voice wondered if I should just take the day off. Not this warrior! I taped my toes (which in hindsight I should have done the day before), gingerly slid on my shoes, and not-so-gracefully mounted the elliptical, careful to not put any pressure on my toe. Could I do it? Yes. I could. And what do you know – the elliptical didn’t aggravate my toe at all! I’d have done a happy dance but that seemed like a guaranteed toe tingler.
So I wondered what else I was capable of that I assumed I was not. Like the aforementioned planks. Since I do them propped up on my toes I had assumed they were out of the question or, at a minimum, had to be modified. Maybe not? I dropped carefully lowered myself to the floor and assumed plank position, and lo and behold I could hold myself up by resting on the part of my foot that was not bruised and swollen! Take that, broken (or not) toe!
So why, you might be wondering, is my glass only half full? Here we are in the middle of a heat wave and sandals are out. Ouch. And to my dismay it actually seems best to keep my workout shoes on all day rather than going barefoot which is my preferred state of being while at home. I like my tootsies to be free:) And then there is my aching leg. Clearly I was compensating for my toe when I was walking around the first day because on day two my outer shin hurt almost more than the actually injury! And then there is that now aborted trip that I had planned to the shoe store to finally replace my “running” shoes. Won’t be doing that any time soon.
Anyhoo, in the scheme of things it seems that I’m not derailed nearly as badly as I thought I would be. (On a scale of 1 to 10 this ranks way below my bone break and shoulder rehab of last year and hernia surgery this past winter.) I will put in more time on the elliptical and less on the treadmill. I can give up lunges and sandals and wear laced up, supportive shoes for a while. I can keep on carefully planking:) What do ya know? My glass might just be three-quarters full. Stubbed toe and all.
Now I just need to do something about that nail polish that got chewed off by the chair! Toot, toot, tootsie goodbye.