Tuesday, September 08, 2009
The Party's Over...
I recently hosted a party which had to be the shortest one on record. It lasted for all of 10 minutes and there was only one person in attendance. Me.
It was a god-damned PITY PARTY held in honour of my disintegrating body. I figure at the rate things are falling apart, it’s just a matter of years before I’ll need a total overhaul. Would that such a thing existed.
What prompted this not-so-festive occasion? I’m waiting for the test results regarding my bruised and sore left foot. Tentative diagnosis? Stress fracture. The disconcerting thing about such a fracture is that it can happen without you being aware of it. Which I wasn’t. If it is. This adds insult to injury.
While a stress fracture is a common occurrence among runners, I most definitely did not do it pounding the pavement. These days, only some kind of emergency prompting an adrenalin rush gets me moving at any speed beyond a brisk walking pace.
The pity party was short-lived in part because I refuse to feel sorry for myself. I really, really hate doing that. Also, acknowledging that my nagging ailments are minor compared to those of others’ also put an end to my “whaa…whaa…” moment. With a shake of my head and a kick in the pants (hard to do on your own) the party was over. Finis.
While I can still walk, talk, dance (albeit with a bit of a gimpy foot) and laugh, I am OKAY. Better than okay. I am kick-ass (see above) fine.
P.S. But I also have a paper cut on my right middle finger. Hurts something fierce.