Amy and I had signed up a few weeks ago to run a 5K up on the University of Utah's research park for diabetes. It was on Saturday, May 22nd.
Later that night, Kennet came up to me and wanted me to open a full bottle of XZude for him. I think it was around 36 ounces. As he was lifting it up to me, he dropped it and it came slamming down on my 2nd and 3rd toe on the same foot as the pin. It landed bottom first and must have hit it just right. I held back my obscenities, which always flow out of my mouth when I get hurt or scared. It's like a reaction, I don't even realize I'm doing it. That night as I was getting ready for bed, that toe had swollen up to twice its size and I couldn't even touch it without wanting to beat myself for touching it. PAIN.
You'd think I would have taken the pin and the bottle as signs not to run the next day. I'm surprised that I could even get my shoes on.
2 comments:
Yay for doing the run (and wounded, no less)! You're AWESOME!
I seriously that if one more thing happened to your foot we might just have to amputate it. But of course you could still run on it, right? Just slap on a peg leg, problem solved. I bet Kennet would even lend you his hook and pirate hat. I am SO proud of you! You did awesome! The main point is that we finished... and we finished together. I love you, sistah!
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