It’s not even the big toe, thankfully, but the amount of pain from this middle toe is big-toe worthy. I know what a lot of you are thinking: “Suck it up, buttercup!” You’re right. That’s what I’m doing, mostly. The problem is that when it comes to injuries to your feet, you have to be careful. On the one hand, you’re told by all smart people to sit down, elevate the foot, and do the right thing and let it heal. Then, there’s that voice in your head that says, “Don’t be a weak sister! Get to it and push through the pain!” The only problem with this line of thinking is that you can actually make things worse and lengthen the healing time which would then preclude you from getting a good workout.

Saturday afternoon, while opening a package, I failed to look where I was walking and I kicked into our doggy stairs. I heard a snap and I hoped it was a cracked knuckle in my toes. The first step afterward confirmed my worst fear: it was definitely broken. The pain was the same as if a nail were being driven into my toe through the bone, and the bruising immediately appeared. Within an hour, the toe was a dark purple and spreading up into my foot. After some ice and Motrin, it felt better, but anytime I would accidentally flex my foot, the pain would shoot up my leg.

So, here I am, dealing with a busted toe and waiting for it to heal. Of course, it happened just as I was getting back into my walks/jogging and kettle bell routine. Now it’ll all have to wait at least another week before I can start the walking. I tried to do some kettle bell swings last night and found I was able to do them without causing any pain in my toe, so I will start doing these later today. Here comes the sweat (and the pain the next morning!).

At least the pain has subsided a bit since it happened. Sherry has been adamant about me staying off my feet, and she’s been super sweet and supportive while I get the “Sick Bay Commando” treatment.

For those wondering: I do have a photo of the broken toe, but it’s pretty gnarly, and I don’t want my readers to freak out over it. The picture isn’t pretty. Especially if you’ve recently eaten.