So things have not been going as planned. First, my husband went out of town leaving me to run solo, which I was game for. As soon as he left, however, I managed to get sick. It’s a running joke that whenever he has to go somewhere I get the flu or a really horrible cold. Needless to say I did not disappoint. Since I had a fever and a cough running was not possible.
He came back last Thursday and the new plan was to go run on Friday, but low and behold my hubby hit his foot on a chair, a big heavy one he says, and arrived home with a bright purple toe. He hobbled into the house and we decided to go to the doctor the next day instead of running. The verdict: they couldn’t see a break. That’s the good news. But the doctor didn’t rule it out from the x-ray. The bad news is that he said no running for 2 weeks.
It’s been a week and a half since then. I still have a minor cough and my hubby is still not 100 percent. But his purple toe has slowly resumed it’s normal coloring. Small miracles.
I’m honestly surprised it wasn’t me who broke the toe because I have a solid track record of breaking toes at the worst moments. Like the night before leaving for 3 months of backpacking through Europe and spending the first 2 weeks stuck in sandals, rain or shine, trying to take in the sights of Pisa and Salzburg. That was not so enjoyable. I have broken many a toe and never gone to the doctor for it, but they are also kind of ugly and permanently knobby. So no toe pics if I can help it.
I was going to throw up a pic of my hubby’s best efforts at derailing our running, but even without the purple he has the toes of a hairy hobbit. I will save you the torture.
I am hoping that if not this weekend then Monday we will go for a run. We will take it easy considering his toe, my being sick, and the fact that we haven’t run in some time.
I hope we can get out there and do it.