…I injured myself in the lamest way over the weekend. Whether it was from my feet swelling in the heat as I ran two races (a total of roughly 6.25 miles over two days), or from the new socks that I tried out (Wrightsocks one race, and Thirty 48 socks the next), my baby toe on my right foot got wicked bruised around the nail and I could barely walk on Sunday afternoon and all day Monday. I have to wear minimalist sandals because every other shoe or sandal I own hurts too much to wear, but now my toes are exposed to the errant wheels of the book trucks I push around so much, and I’ve already run over them too many times. And, after walking funny to protect my toe for two days straight, my right calf muscle has a giant, rock-hard knot in it, forcing me to limp lamely everywhere I go. I can’t even blame this on a legit injury… no sprains or breaks. I bruised my baby toe, one of the most useless parts of my body, and it makes me feel ridiculous when people see me limping and ask what happened. Don’t get me wrong – I’m glad it’s not a sprain or break!! It’s just really embarrassing.
[Photo of my gross toe has been redacted. You’re welcome.]
…related to the above confession, I once sprained my ankle by falling down over nothing. Talk about embarrassing injuries! I was walking to the door of my freshman dorm, someone held the door open for me so I started jogging, and then *boom* I was suddenly sprawled on the ground. My foot hurt so badly that I barely made it up the stairs to my 3rd floor room (no elevator), and I had to be carried back down the stairs by security guards to my friend’s waiting car so she could drive me to the ER. I was convinced it was a break, but it ended up being a real bad sprain. And when people saw me hobbling around campus on crutches and asked what happened, the answer was “I fell over nothing.” I started inventing stories to make it more exciting and to save myself the embarrassment, but tripping over air was the pathetic truth.
…lately I have been obsessed with Anna’s Taqueria. Ob. Sessed. There’s one near work and I’m starting to think that it might be easier if my paycheck just went directly to Anna’s instead of coming to me first. I’m trying to limit myself to one visit per week, and so far I’ve managed it, but now that the students are gone so it’s not nearly as crowded as usual and the pull might just be too strong one of these days. I don’t even care that the cooks always raise their eyebrows skeptically at me when I tell them I don’t want any meat or vegetables on my burrito (just black beans, rice, cheese, and guacamole… mmm!). I’m hooked.
…we had a goodbye party for a coworker yesterday and I might have eaten more than my fair share of pastries. I’m not proud of it, but it’s true.
…I think I’m finally giving in to my hair’s crazy whimsies and am getting used to it. It actually looked pretty good yesterday without any styling (luck? hair finally behaving itself? me not caring?) but is back to crazy today after I tried a new product. I might just let it fly its freak winged flag and leave it alone most of the time. Now I just have to figure out how to tame it when I run and don’t wear a hat.
Have you ever gotten an injury you were embarrassed about?
What food or restaurant do you have a weakness for?
If you have short hair, how do you tame your hair for workouts?