The Training Blog of newbierunner

The following contains a fair bit of moaning and feeling sorry for myself. For those who are whine impaired, discretion is advised.
So I went to Tae Kwon Do class, and was looking forward to having it. This would be my last session before surgery, so I’m sure leaves would be falling before I tried any more jump kicks. Class is in the wrestling room at the high school, so the floor is covered with mats. While this usually is an advantage (much nicer to land on), today it backfired. I was just starting a turn kick when my baby toe slipped into a small crevice between the mats. In a fraction of a second, all of my foot turned drastically to the left, while that baby toe stayed behind, much to my regret. I can’t say how far that toe bent, but it felt like a solid ninety degrees, straight sideways. Yeowch! I bluffed through class and am now icing my dainty piggies. Sadly, it was too late to call into work, so now I sit on the hospital unit, still icing. Could be worse, at least it’s not a day shift.
Just to add to the picture a bit, Saturday is the last race that the kids and I will have this summer. It’s a two miler, and I really need to run, because my autistic son is registered. He won’t be clear on what to do, and I don’t feel right asking one of my other kids to babysit him when their focus should be on their own run. This toe has got to shape up! I should mention that come Monday, I’ll be having surgery and will be wallowing in bedrest and pain meds, so at that point my foot won’t matter much.
All this had made for a funny-stupid kind of day, but the last bit is what really bites. I just got an email from my husband. He’d had the sweetest cat, a little ball of white fuzz named Snowball. Snowball had been our baby for years, but didn’t like it when actual babies came along, so he went to my husband’s mother’s house to live. This email now tells me that Snowball had developed cancer, and was put to sleep a couple days ago. I keep thinking about how he would come up and “headbutt” you when he wanted a snuggle, and how crazy he would get when he got hold of a drinking straw (the best toy in the world!) I feel like crying. Hopefully my co workers will think it’s my foot and just roll their eyes. I don’t think I’ll be able to talk about it just yet.
So this has been my sucko day. For anyone who read it through, thanks for listening!

RIP Snowball
10-31-90 8-5-08

Workout:

• Type: Other
• Date: 08/07/2008
• Time: 19:00:00
• Total Time: 1:00:00.00

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