Broke it

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

F              Fuck

I               It

S              Shit

H             Happens

Few Mins after breaking my toe

 

X-Ray Confirms it

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.