Terrible Analogies

Yay!  Let’s hear it for me.  I broke my own toe.

Now, I’d like to say that I broke in in a desperate Muay Thai death match, in a bare hands wrestling match with the last panda on Earth, or while hiking barefoot across the vast exploding lava fields of Hawaii’s Big Island, but alas this was not the case.  I broke it, pedestrianly enough,  tripping over the tub while attempting to lower the window blinds.

My dead sexy, gorgeous foot...disfigured!

The pain isn’t relegated to my toe, but instead tends to occasionally travel halfway up my shin in threads of dull pain.  My Mt. Whitney run is in less than a month, and now I get to finish my training runs with a busted toe.  This should be interesting.

Yay!