Forest Hills, Queens, July 30, 2006
- Regular readers of this blog might remember
that I recently started running again after a few months recovery from tendonitis. And it felt good. I was finally healthy again. Thanks to lots of stretching and weight training, the past couple of weeks have finally
been pain-free. I was so excited, I even ran through the Paris heat (which was awesome - I did about a three-mile loop from the Rond Point des Champs Elysées through the Jardin des Tuileries to the Louvre and back along the Seine. I would have gone the extra mile to the Eiffel Tower and back, but it was indeed quite hot. And you know, being such a nice park to jog in, it was most bizarre that I saw only one other fellow jogger. On a warm summer day, I pass at least a dozen or two in the parks here in Queens, and I'd probably pass hundreds in Central Park. Do Parisians not jog? Or do they not jog when it's that hot? Or do they just jog elsewhere? I hope I wasn't committing a faux pas by jogging in the wrong park. karinebou
, please advise...)
Where was I? Oh, yeah. So I'm feeling good. Perhaps in a few more weeks I'll be running as well as I did last summer. I was even toying (very gingerly) with the idea of running the Boston Marathon in April (as I found out that Sue can get me an entry through her work).
So of course this weekend I break my toe.
I wish I had a great story, but nope, I went running, and came back in one piece, but needing a shower... Then I just cracked my left pinky toe on the edge of the tub as I was stepping into it. How lame is that? It was such a mild tap, I thought I had just stubbed it, no big deal. But that evening, seeing that the pain hadn't gone away, and then actually seeing how swollen and bruised it was, I figured I needed a second opinion.
My doctor told me it certainly looked broken, but then the X-ray came back negative, about which she basically said she didn't believe the X-ray, no way that's not broken. So it'd be more accurate to say I might
have broken my toe. Either way, there's not much that can be done about it; I just have to tape my little toe to the toe next to it for at least the next three weeks, and it should heal fine on its own. I just hobble around best I can in the meantime. No running, of course.
(So why this photo? It has nothing at all to do with my toe. Well, you didn't want to see my swollen, discolored toe, did you? This picture is much happier. I took it while playing mini-golf at Disney World last Thanksgiving
. I don't remember what was being advertised, but I liked the image of Heaven smiling down upon me. Didn't do much for my golf game, unfortunately.)