The other day, I did something pretty dumb.

I went out to grab a bite to eat at lunch.  Everything was fine and dandy, and I did what I usually do.  Riding my bike to and from lunch is no big deal.

I went to cross Martin Luther King Boulevard, about a block from the house, when my foot slipped off my pedal.  Because I was an idiot and was wearing flip flops, my big toe on my left foot was jammed towards the pavement, straight down, and smashed into it, with all the weight and strength of me behind it.  I quickly gathered myself together, and hobbled out of the street, and on my way home.  Immediately, the toe started to bleed and swell.  I knew I had done something bad.

I got home and iced it, and as I sat there, I realized that this might just put the kai-bosh to any further running for a while.  And, then, it hit me that I might not want to hit the gym either until it’s healed.

This was fine the day this accident occurred.  What wasn’t fine was how I was feeling yesterday, the day after.

I’ve been in a pattern, hitting the pavement for a run or the gym, at least 3-4 times a week.  Being injured and having to nurse a clipped wing has put a pretty sizable monkey wrench into those plans, and I found myself sulky and sullen yesterday.  Even as I was texting a friend, I realized I was just bitchy and whiney.

I was angry about having to cut short my exercise regime.  I was really mad at myself and was beating myself up.

Today, though, I said to hell with the toe.  I can do something at the gym that doesn’t involve my foot.  Anything at this point.  I just needed to burn some energy.

What I discovered is that, in fact, I am capable of doing many things that do not require running or abusing my feet.  I sat on a stationary bike machine and managed to get my heart rate up to where I like it before I lift weights.  The circuit I do with weights doesn’t require fancy foot work.  What I ended up with was a smile on my face, muscles that had been used, and a bounce in my step (gently, not too aggressive, though).

I can find a way to work around the injury without having to sacrifice all of my progress.  I feel better today having hit the gym, and it’s becoming quite the little addiction!

2 thoughts on “Another Realization

  1. You’re coming to a good place here. I tell people that at first I worked out because the Navy made me. Then I worked out because I liked the results. Now I work out because I just love to do it. Looks like the same thing’s happening for you! Well done.

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