So, it won't be gymnastics in 2012...

My quest for the 2012 Olympics may have been hampered today. I still hadn't determined an event, but I think we cross anything that requires gracefulness off of the list. Honestly, we could have done that years ago, because I'm pretty much notorious for falling flat on my face. Just ask my recently healed elbow and knee from my latest encounter with the ground at Memorial Park. And, I would love to say that was the first time that had happened, but no...my knees bear the marks.

Today, though, it wasn't a trail encounter, it was much less glamorous. The balcony was the culprit. I had cleaned the wood floor out in our enclosed balcony the other day, and apparently the cleaner had left some weird slick residue that I'd watched Kevin almost trip on a couple of times. I, of course, wouldn't fall on such a silly thing. Yep, that's right, I didn't fall. It was much less graceful. As I went out to fill Toby the wonderdog's food dish, my right foot started to slip and my left foot jammed into the metal on the base of the French door into the balcony. I danced around in pain, but didn't really have time to think about it, because it was officially 8:02, and I was supposed to be at work at 8. Laurel's babysitter showed up, I put on the shoes I'd decided to wear, and headed out. As I walked my 500 ft commute to work, I noticed that the middle toe on my left foot was hurting. Actually, throbbing. And the shoe choice for the day wasn't the best...the peek-toe wedges were really cute, but not helping. I thought it would go away, but about an hour into the day, pain only increasing, I decided to take a look. What I found was a bright reddish-black, swollen middle toe. By the end of the day, I'd changed shoes and taped it up. Broken. Well, that's not an official diagnosis, that's  Kevin looking at it, laughing at me, and saying, "yep, that's broken." I refuse to go to the doctor so he can tell me that I shouldn't walk on it or give me some dorky air cast. Maybe my limp will look like some really cool swagger. Doubtful. I guess my Olympic dreams will have to wait until my toe returns to normal size and color.