Starting Off on the Right Foot

I'm starting the New Year off on the right foot. Literally.

Yes, walking across a flat, dry, surface when you are completely sober is very tricky indeed! Don't try this trick at home, kids!

On Monday night, I got off the exercise bike and walked toward the Fitlinx machine. Then forgot the data I wanted to plug in, so I spun around and stepped back, checked the numbers. I spiraled on my left foot, and planted my right. I think it was too far to the left, across the plane of balance.

I heard a familiar snap, and felt nothing beneath me as I went sailing to the ground.

"Hmmm. I think my right foot might end up pinned beneath my chest. How interesting." I don't know HOW I didn't sprain my ass.

I did land with my leg crossed under my body, but not before my left shoulder rammed into the Fitlinx machine and my head smashed into the water vending machine. Oh, the calamity! The noise! How embarrassing! At least it was fairly late so the gym was quite empty. The trainer, who was training someone, stepped around the corner to see what was making such a racket, and did a double take when she saw me on the floor.

I picked myself up and dusted myself off. She was very nice, asking if I was ok, did I need help. I barked no in pain and embarrassment, I'm afraid. After she wandered away, I entered my data into the Fitlinx. Then I promptly sat at the desk where I had to put my head between my knees for 5 minutes or so to keep from passing out. I can vagal at the drop of a hat. Extreme pain ususally does it.

Because I am a repeat sprainer, I had everything I needed at home to self-treat. Ice pack, ibuprophen, an air cast and crutches. No, I'm not making it up. There's a reason they come with me every time I move and they don't get purged.

All week I've had a lovely, enormous purple/black foot. I went in today for an x-ray. Ok, I caved. I've had 2 stress fractures and a hairline fracture in my lifetime, and there's a lot of osteoperosis in my family, so I wanted to BE SURE. No news is good news, so far!

I've switched from cardio and weights back to the pool. Luckily, swimming feels good on it, even if I'm barely kicking. I can drag my ass up and down the pool with my arms to get my exercise in, and still enjoy it. Although, I will miss my reading time.

Yes, I'm called Bumble for many reasons. I'm tall and can put a star atop the tree alright, but I'm also as graceful as the name implies.

I'm telling folks it's the result of a ballroom dancing catastrophy. :)