It’s been a little over six weeks since I broke my foot... but it seems like f.o.r.e.v.e.r! I don’t think I will ever take for granted my ability to just get up and do something whenever I want to. The moment my foot was broken...my life the way I had always known it... was temporarily over!
The first week I wasn't even smart enough to realize that it was broken... I thought I was just being my usual wimpy self... But the pain was too much for this baby to endure.
A week after I first hurt it, I realized that there was definitely something going on there that wasn't right. After finding out it was broken, I was kinda relieved. I’m serious! I finally knew that I had a reason to cry all the time!
Looking back, I suppose cramming my horribly bruised and swollen foot into a shoe that felt 4 sizes too small probably wasn’t the most brilliant thing to do!
After seeing the specialist and being assured I would heal without any type of surgery, I could finally breath again.
Every day I pray that my foot continues to heal and that I don’t do anything stupid to cause any sort of setback!
I’m looking forward to the day when I can finally start doing my morning run again. I’ve missed that soooo much!!
Soon.... very soon.... I will be able to make my morning RUN to the quick-stop & grab a 32 oz. Coke to start my morning off the way it should!