Can you please tell me why it is necessary for broken toes to hurt so much. So, my big little piggy is an idiot. I was running up the stairs (without shoes) after a thoroughly exhilarating workout. After losing 30 pounds with Insanity (workout program) I am now a buff and ripped almost 40 something. I am in the best shape of my life. I am a well oiled machine.
Running up a set of stairs is no match for me. In fact, the thought of being winded no longer crosses my mind.
I am SuperDad!
Unfortunately, my feet have apparently not seen the increase in dexterity. They are clearly still feeling the ill effects of years of laziness. For some reason, as I was launching my way up the stairs, 4 of the little piggies on my left foot made the correct decision of stepping onto the tread of the next stair. However, the big little piggy thought it would be a good idea to try for the stair below. The next thing my foot knew it had 4 toes going in an upwards direction and 1 stupid toe going in a downward direction. The rest of me was also going in an upwards direction which left the bone in my big little piggy no choice but to snap.
I am not pleased and somewhat whiny.
Now, I am just hoping that my toe heels before our trip to Walt Disney World next week.
It was not the best start to scan week.
I am hoping that it gets better from here. With Sydney continuing to complain about headaches and mysterious ailments, I am pretty nervous.
However, I would gladly take a lifetime of broken toes if it would mean she would get a clean bill of health.
Here is to a week of purposeful purpose.