Yesterday was one of my A Race’s and I didn’t race.
What the fuck your saying
Let’s go back 1 week, Monday night I just got home from work, running around the house in bare feet and by complete accident I caught my little toe on the side of the TV cabinet. Sharp pain so I did what I’ve done before walked it out thinking I just stubbed my toe. When I looked down at it my toe it didn’t look right. Off to the Emergency room, 3 x-ray pictures later, yeap it’s broken. Great. I went through the 5 stages of an Athlete’s Grief within about 5 mins
DENIAL – I can still race.
ANGER – Why me, what did I do.
LAUGHTER – Joke about
BARGAINING/DEPRESSION – If I do X then I’ll get to Y sooner
ACCEPTANCE – Take it for what it is. At this point I used the Fish saying
|Few Mins after breaking my toe
Then the doc call me in numbed the toe, straighten it, tape it up and send me on my way. I need to keep weight off for 4-6 weeks, so there goes this weekend’s races and then Geelong is only 32 days away or 4 weeks.
What can I do? Well I can swim, in a week or so ride again, running well ask me in 5 weeks times, but I did come up with a few ideas. Water Running, running in a pool, boring as bat shit. Or how about Zero G running, you run on a treadmill, but your feet never touch the deck.
I found one place nearby where I’m going to give it a go.