What is the definition of insanity again?
Reading my last post as I sit here and slowly type with my left hand, makes me want to either laugh hysterically or hang my head sobbing…not sure which one yet:)
As you know, I was super pumped for my brick workout Saturday morning. We headed out before the sunrise and life was good. I was making a comeback from my IT injury and trying to supplement my love for running with cycling.
But within the first five miles, confusion at the crosswalk created a cycling crash (I heart alliteration) My right wrist was immediately enlarged and throbbing in pain.
But being the stubborn or shall I say determined, girl I am, I sucked it up to finish the 30 mile ride and run. We even stopped 15 miles in for breakfast where I iced my arm, and made poor Jenny listen to me whine for an hour while I inhaled french toast and sweet corn cakes.
We headed back out and besides the throbbing pain and almost killing a few kids at the Farmers Market, I survived.
Oh and I only crashed two more times.
I got home and proceeded to tell my poor hubby that we would once again be spending thousands on my misadventures.
I decided to head over to our ortho clinic but had just missed them by ten minutes. My luck was not panning out well.
My hubby and tot were marketing and participating in the town parade and it was really important for me to support that. So, I dried up my tears, quieted my rumbling tummy with tootsie rolls and rode in the parade-throwing candy with my left hand.
As soon as we were done, I rushed to the ER where I received the news that it was indeed broken. They splinted me up, gave me drugs and sent me home to follow up today for a cast. I had held up with a smile all day until this point. I broke down crying to the sweet pregnant PA who was caring for me and hundreds of others who probably had more serious injuries-like blowing off their toes with fireworks or something.
I didnt want this to get in the way of our 4th plans, so we loaded up to watch the fireworks at our town celebration. I must say the light show was much trippier with Vicodin. And after waiting over 10 hours to eat, that corn on the cob was the best food I’d ever eaten.
On the good side, I finally bathed yesterday and it only takes me 1/2 hour to brush my teeth.
So, here I sit this morning, waiting to get in to the Dr, in major pain despite meds and trying to see the positive.
I feel like the title of my last post could now be “What’s NOT holding me back.”
So, here is my question for you. How do you handle life’s curve balls when they are coming at you faster than one of those machines in a batting cage? Do you chalk it up to consequences of risk or is the universe trying to teach you a lesson?