Man, my weekend sucked.
I didn’t run on Friday but got out for a four miler on Saturday. I had big plans for a long run on Sunday, but that was before I maimed myself.
Sunday I woke up early to log some hours in at the department. Apparently I was not yet fully awake whilst dressing because I accidentally slammed my foot into the side of the bed. The littlest toe took the full force of the impact, so I hopped around and did some lamaze-type breathing until the initial wave of pain subsided.
I thought it would be all right until I noticed the blood. Not truckloads but enough for me to break out the generic neosporin and bandaid and play doctor. Wearing sneakers to work wasn’t the best idea as my toe decided to swell. I switched over to flip flops later which helped, but I knew there was no way I was going to be able to run, long or short, with my damaged toe as I was already hobbling when walking.
I started to worry that maybe I had actually broken it, but yesterday the swelling went down significantly. The cut is healing nicely though the skin around it is still an unhappy purple color. I should be good to go for a run later today though.
Oh, and if you’re curious, MCM Mama won last week’s guessing game. I only logged in ten miles for the week. Well short of my twenty mile goal, but ten is definitely better than the previous week's total of seven. Improvement, no? Congrats, MCM, for correctly estimating my level of slackassery. I stand in awe.
Hope you all have a great week.
UPDATE: Went for run. All is well with toe. Cue confetti and marching band. That is all.