Warning: this update contains graphic pictures of nasty looking toes!
I dropped a jar of coffee on my toe this morning. It was really sore! In the dim, artificial light of the kitchen light, I thought it was pointing upwards and therefore broken. I was panicked. My first thought (after the swearing had stopped) was that I might not be able to run and that Most Runningist Year Ever was over. Kata iced and cooled the toe for me and after we established that it almost certainly wasn’t broken, I felt better. I tried to bend it but you can’t really bend your middle toe independently anyway so that was inconclusive. I am certain now that it’s just a sore toe and I consider myself very lucky. It could easily have been broken. I think if it had been, I’d have found a way to run. Ron Hill did after all keep his run going the morning after surgery. Asked how he managed to avoid injury and illness for the 50 years of his running streak, he replied,
“I didn’t”.
Those two words are the most inspiring for me and the words I think of most when I am running through sore hips, sore ankles, suspected bronchitis, and possibly broken toes.
Warned you about the graphic picture!
