I broke my toe.
Except, really, it wasn't my fault! Three different people stepped on my toe Saturday night. THREE.
I did have sandals on. But seriously!
Three!?!
So apparently I should avoid the Row for awhile since I've broken bones there twice.
Really.
I woke up Sunday thinking the tips of three of my toes had been cut off, turns out it's just the tip of my left big toe. Nail is partly gone, it's fairly colorful. Ibuprofen and a trim cut the pressure and pain, and I can walk without issue.
Hiking, however...
At night, obviously.
I have this idea that we (the museum I work for) can lead tours on Halloween on the Constellation trails that share our parking lot. So, Chris and I decided to test the feasibility.
Oh, it's flipping creepy!
Haha! I'm the light at the end of the tunnel!
Yes, it was a ton of fun. My toe only tweaked a few times, most noticeably when we walked through sand. So I figured a family hike this morning would be fine, right?
Me? Well, I was inverted...
Let's just say the steepness of Thumb Butte was challenging... for my toe.
So hiking with a broken toe. Constellation good, Thumb Butte bad.
Except.
No air monster.
Check this: I didn't have to stop on the way up, and chatted the entire way.
My lungs were ok. Much to my delighted surprise, I handled the hike with ease -breathing wise.
After only hiking once a week for two months (and easy hikes at that!) A lasting effect of my Fitness Quest: fit lungs.
Broken hand, broken toe? So what.
The Air Monster has been defeated!
To celebrate? I'm gonna flame dip my hair on Thursday.
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