This Ain't No Place For Crutches
Did I mention that I don't do well with sitting still? I have been lectured, warned and sternly directed to stay off my broken metatarsal and sprained foot. I listened. For a couple of days.
Y'all... I CAN'T sit still. My body does not know how. After researching the best options for some exercise and consulting friends who have also experienced boot life, I decided I would tackle some swimming. I am a HORRIBLE swimmer, but, current circumstances breed necessity.
I hopped off to my local YMCA, excited to sweat a bit, burn some calories and feel normal. I got to the locker room, got my boot off, and crutched my way toward the pool. Yippee!!!
Word to the wise.... Rubber bottoms on crutches don't care for wet tile.
While making my way to the magic swimming pool, my crutches splayed out from under me, much like the Disney scene where Bambi is learning to walk on ice, and, well, BOOM.
Of course I landed on the broken foot on the way down.
Gravity -- 2. Foot -- 0.
I still went swimming. Foot be damned.
Y'all... I CAN'T sit still. My body does not know how. After researching the best options for some exercise and consulting friends who have also experienced boot life, I decided I would tackle some swimming. I am a HORRIBLE swimmer, but, current circumstances breed necessity.
I hopped off to my local YMCA, excited to sweat a bit, burn some calories and feel normal. I got to the locker room, got my boot off, and crutched my way toward the pool. Yippee!!!
Word to the wise.... Rubber bottoms on crutches don't care for wet tile.
While making my way to the magic swimming pool, my crutches splayed out from under me, much like the Disney scene where Bambi is learning to walk on ice, and, well, BOOM.
Of course I landed on the broken foot on the way down.
Gravity -- 2. Foot -- 0.
I still went swimming. Foot be damned.
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