Saturday, April 27, 2013
This is what you get when drop one of these:
As sweat dampened my hands and I proceed to move I felt the weight slip from grasp. My instinct should have been to let the weight hit the floor but somehow I found myself arching my foot to try and catch it, what was I thinking? I held back tears as the numbing pain shot through my foot as the 45lb plate landed on the top of it and bounced off to the side. I told myself that I was ok and that I could continue with my workout and that is what I did, for another 20 minutes until I realized that I needed to stop pretending that my foot was not ok, because it wasn't. So with my tail between my legs I hobbled to the locker room, all the while cursing myself for being careless. Especially while at the gym. As I sat on the bench my mind began to race of images of what my foot was going to look like once I got the shoe off. As I slowly I pulled at the laces, my foot quickly began to swell, like a balloon being inflated and the pain soared to my knee. "Uh Oh...now what do I do" I couldn't get my sneaker off. This made tears come to my eyes, not because I was in pain but because of the thought that I was distracted; at the gym of all places. With my head down I gathered my stuff out of my locker and limped back into the weight room to tell my husband (he was with me at the gym and one of my distractions) that I needed to go to the hospital. "I knew it" was all he said. Luckily he was done his workout, he too gathered his things and off we went.
As I was quickly rushed through the ER thoughts began to form in my head of what I was going to do if my foot was broken. How would I survive? I do a lot with my feet. How would I run, how would I walk? How would I....
I was processed through Triage and then wheeled to a back waiting area where I would sit with my thoughts and to be x-rayed. I was given Ibuprofen for the pain and poked at for what seemed like forever. The Doctors insisted it was broken. Yet after the scans came back they could not find anything. So they tested again, still nothing. In the end the diagnosis was a Bone Bruise. I was told that if not for my strong boned feet and the cushioning of the shoe it could have been much worse. "Go home and RICE it for at least 24hrs and you will be as good as new in no time" was the order I was given. So as I was wheeled back to the door I thanked the lord and began to devise a plan to get my foot back in action. I refused to be knocked down for long.
I know one thing is for sure though…There comes a time when I need to be on guard even when I am comfortable and so should you. You never know what can happen.
When working out at the gym or even at home please do not let distractions get the best of you.