Shaking it up a little, involuntarily.

  Like his brothers and sister before him, Child No. 4 entered what we call the "Feng Shui" phase of toddlerhood at about fourteen and a half months.  He walks around attempting to lift small pieces of furniture or portable items such as wastebaskets; when he finds that he is able to move one, he carries it somewhere else and leaves it there.  So we keep finding potties in the hall and office chairs in the bathroom.  

Yesterday morning my middle toe found a step stool in the kitchen.  Right up against the wall so it didn't give a millimeter.  Here, let me pause in my R.I.C.E. therapy to show a little leg, courtesy of Photo Booth:

I decided to do my part to keep health care costs down by not getting it checked out just yet, especially since (a) the website we checked said things like, "An x-ray may be required, but only to appease the patient" and (b) I've been through this before.  Yes, yes, I promise to go to urgent care if it starts to necrotize or something.

It hurt a lot after Easter Mass (should have stayed sitting down; should have worn the Dr. Martens instead of the Fluevogs with my pretty Easter dress), and I frowned a lot.  But this morning, once it was buddy-taped to the next toe over and laced into the Docs, it wasn't too bad, and I started to hope that maybe it was only sprained instead of really broken.  We'll know soon enough; if sprained, it'll feel better in a few days, if broken, not for a few weeks.

Mondays, my 4yo has a 30-minute swim lesson.  Usually I swim laps while she's busy with that, but it didn't sound fun.  Neither did running, obviously (still cringing at the thought of a footfall driving the foot forward into the toe box of my running shoes).  I brought  my gym bag and changed into running clothes anyway.

Once in the fitness center I decided to make friends with the rowing machine, something I never use.  There's no impact; the foot strap goes over  the top of the foot well above the toe; and while the foot does flex, I didn't feel much discomfort there.  

By the time I figured out what I was doing (push with the legs then  pull with the arms; reverse the steps to recover) I only had 17 minutes to do the workout.  So I tried to make it count by getting the power readout about up to what the treadmill tells me I burn in Cal/hour.

I hope my foot feels up to a run or at least a stairclimber soon, but I guess I could have fun on the rowing machine for the time being.  Maybe I'll brush up on technique first.

Mark thinks I should try lifting for a while, but I never see the point of taking up lifting as a temporary diversion.  When I start lifting, it'll be either for a specific purpose, or because I intend to keep doing it for the rest of my life.

 

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[RealMom4Life]

Ooh that looks painful. Hope you feel better soon. Did you know you can actually break your foot stubbing your toe? Yeah, I stub my toes alot, but only broke my foot once. You'd notice a lot of pain on the top of your foot (above the ball of your foot). But, they didn't do anything for that either other than give me a surgical boot....which I use myself whenever I stub my toe :)