In April I joined a local running group that was training together to run a 5k in June. We basically were following the c25k program. I was really excited and actually was tolerating enjoying it. I made it up to about 2.5 or 3 miles doing 2/1 intervals (run 2 minutes walk 1 minute). I was actually looking forward to running.

Then, one morning while running around to get ready for the day it all came to an end. I remember it clearly, it was my daughter’s first day of summer camp, I had to be at class to turn in workbefore going to a students funeral who died two days after graduation in a car accident. I was stressed and not paying attention. Was running back and forth between the living room helping Justice and the bathroom trying to get myself ready. I ran my pinky toe into the corner of the bed. I screamed, fell on the bed and just laid there. My husband came in to see what was wrong. He told me to look at my toe and check it. I refused, I did not want to see it. I had hit my toes before, but I knew this was something different. Finally I looked down at it and it was hanging off to the side. I finished getting ready, got my daughter to camp and work turned in at school. We then headed to the emergency room. Now, I’m not the type to go to the emergency room for a broken toe, but I promise you it looked something awful, hanging at about a 45 degree angle. After examination and x-rays, I found out it was dislocated and broken. Once back in place and ready to go, I was told that it would be a minimum of 6 weeks before I could even think about running again. Six weeks has come and gone, I am ready to get started again. I am hoping I am ready. It still is not quite all the way healed, I’m not sure it ever will be.

So, here I am putting it out there, holding myself accountable, it’s time to start running again.

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