God Spoke to Me...

...in the form of a possibly broken bone in my foot.

Yesterday at my niece's 10th birthday party, my husband challenged me to race him through the jump house obstacle course. Of course I accepted! I beat him on the first round, so he said, "Double or nothing." Who am I not to accept such a challenge, especially from my sweetheart! He beat me by 2 seconds on the 2nd round, and mid-way through the "race" I felt my right big toe get tweaked in an odd way and by the time I crossed the finish line, it was throbbing with pain and almost burning. Anyway, it is still swollen and very badly bruised today, even after a lot of icing and elevating. I hobbled in to church this morning with him and the kids, and he just looked at me and felt so bad, as if it were his fault. It's not his fault! I actually had fun racing him.

I think it's God's way of telling me to slow things down a bit, spend more time with the family and doing other things I love that aren't running related (or at least race training related). What's that saying? If you want to hear God laugh, just tell him your plans. Yea, that's basically what I did, made God laugh!

I'll call the doc tomorrow and see about getting it checked out. For now, it's definitely no running. I can barely walk. I'll ice it some more to keep the throbbing down. I really don't want to give up my voracious appetite, but it looks like I have to modify and tone down my eating a bit since I won't be running as much. At my age, I gain weight pretty easily if I don't watch it.

Okay, enough babbling. Time to put the toe/foot back on ice.

Have a great Sunday evening, friends!
My dreams of a 3:20 marathon and an Ultra aren't gone... they're just on the back burner until I know what's going on with this non running related injury.

P.S. I had to miss Pat's Run today, the pain in my foot was just too much to race on. :(