After eating dinner, my two year old and I went out to the backyard. We were playing hide and seek. He'd count and I'd hide where he told me to. Sometimes I would trick him by hiding somewhere else. One of the times I was trying to surprise him I ran off the deck and hit the ground. My foot hit the ground and bent at an angle that it really wasn't supposed to. I heard a crack and then I fell on the ground with a moan. My two year old came over and said, "Mommy you go hide. You go hide!"
I tried to explain amidst the pain that Mommy hurt her leg and couldn't get up but he didn't understand. I stopped for a moment and realized my other foot was fine, and that I needed to get up because my husband had just set out to run for 11 miles which would take over an hour. He didn't carry his phone with him. My six year old was at a friend's house.
So I got up and hopped back up on the deck and toward the door. My two year old followed, asking me what happened. I made it to the couch and then I tried to explain to him I needed a bag of frozen peas. He's just tall enough to open the freezer. I explained I needed the bag with the little green balls on it. "Can you get it for Mommy?" "Yeah!" he said. Then he ran to the refrigerator, opened the freezer door and said "Do you want a strawberry fruit pop?" I said, "No, Mommy needs the peas." He didn't understand.
I gave up and he just came over and kept asking what was wrong. Then my six year old came home and asked if he could go on a bike ride with his friend. I said, "No! You have to stay here and help me! I fell and did something to my leg!" At first he wasn't sure what to make of the situation but then he really stepped up and helped out. He got the peas for me. He gave his brother a snack. He even helped his brother get ready for bed. He was cleaning up the toys (!) with his brother (!!) when my husband came home. He took a few glances around the house and then said, "What's going on?" I explained and he said I needed to go to the hospital to get my ankle checked out.
So I did. My boss, who is also my neighbor, was awesome. She came and got me and took me to the hospital while my husband stayed home with the kids. After waiting for a while for a wheelchair out by the valet parking, I was checked in, triaged, x-rayed, diagnosed, wrapped up and sent home with a sprained ankle.
So now I'm off my foot for another week. I'm hobbling around on crutches and my foot is a lovely shade of dark purple. My parents visited this weekend and got to wait on me, and my husband had to put in overtime (weekends are sort of his time off since he stays home with the kids during the week).
And now I get to try to hobble around at work tomorrow, which will make me a different kind of celebrity. The woman who rode her bike 24 miles in a day and then fell off her porch playing hide and seek. Lovely.
I don't know how long this will take but I don't think I can take it anymore. I'm itching to ride my bike. Oddly enough, I'm not really interested in running. Especially in this heat. I think I'll just have to start all over again next year.
I look at it this way: this gives my stress fracture more time to heal. Maybe I can do it right next time. I sure hope so. I don't need any more injuries!
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