He has been doing an amazing massaging technique called A.R.T. or Active response technique. It hurt like hell the first time but as time progresses the pain is bearable. It's like a deep tissue massage but in an area that is as tight as a rubber band. Things are going along well and I was able increase my distance into the double digits. Ok 10 miles, but that's double digits!!
Then I go and trip over the stupid vacuum cleaner that I neglected to put away. It was a stupid accident that sent me to the emergency room. I walk in and they ask what's wrong I say "my toe is broken." Young doc fresh outta med school comes in and says, "I don't think it's broken but we'll take and x-ray." Now I know if it's broken there's nothing that can be done but I NEED confirmation to be sure. So the young doctor, did I mention kinda cute but not in a Dr. McDreamy way, comes back and says, "It's fractured." "No shit Sherlock" I say. I tell him I'm training for my sixth marathon. He tapes it up and tells me no running for two weeks. I cry, he leaves. Stupid young doctor has no bedside manner. I'll spare you more foot photos. Let's just say it was big, blue, purple & painful!
So here it is 5 days after the accident. I've been crosstraining like nobody's business. I can bike and crank out some mean miles on the eliptical. Confession time. This morning I taped up the toe, put on heavy socks, tied the sneaks on tight and went for a 4 mile run. It felt soooo good. I'm thinking it's intervention time! Tomorrow I'm back on the eliptical for an hour. I realized I absolutely need the endorphin high on a daily basis. I can't survive without it. Lazy is NOT in my vocabulary. Maybe my sister in law is right, maybe I am ADD.