most household accidents happen in the bathroom

the scene of the crime

walking out of the bathroom this morning after a wonderful hot shower.....

i caught my right pinkie toe on this ugly (yes! it's ugly! it's evil!) corner of the bathroom door as i walked out.

i hopped on my other foot into the hall way, dripping wet, wrapped in a towel, swearing, in shock, in disbelief, in pain, knowing that the horrible *pop* i felt was something going horribly wrong with the natural state of my foot.

i looked down at my poor little foot and freaked! my toe was sticking out at 90 degrees. sob. it hurt, indeed, but what flashed through my mind? that i wasn't going to be able to run today...or probably for a good while. boo hooo!

swearing some more, i hobbled, sobbing unconsolably, into my bedroom where i sat down on my bed and inspected my deformed digit more closely. i gritted my teeth and determinely grabbed it and gently but firmly pulled it into the correct position. i felt the bones settle back where they're supposed to be.

did i break the poor piggy? or did i just dislocate it?

i'm spending the day with my foot propped up, icing it. stay tuned. i'm so pissed.

on another note, i did run yesterday and did the final workout of the 4th week of the couch to 5K program. i'm so mentally ready to go on to the next level. i even dreamed of it last night. and...now this. i'm so depressed. sigh.