Damn that Wii Fit

I was feeling pretty good about being 40 and then I played Wii Fit yesterday evening. You have to do a profile and it gives you some balance tests. When I did the balance test, it asked me if I tripped when I walked. I didn't know Wii Fit was programmed with sarcasm. How did it know I DO trip when I walk?

Then, based on my weight and height and BMI and balance and god knows what else, the Wii Fit proclaimed my Wii Fit age to be...wait for it...57! Fifty frickin seven! I was so mad, I threw that Wii Fit board right in the trash. Well, no I didn't. But I did dwell on it for the rest of the night while my husband (Wii Fit age 47) laughed and laughed.

My soon to be seven year old son's Wii Fit age? 27.

40 - cool and awesome

Yep, the big 4-0! I am 40 today. I don't consider myself old, and I don't consider myself young. I don't feel 40, although I'm not sure what 40 is supposed to feel like. Someone told me you are more mature at 40, but I'm not sure that's the case with me, or with some of the 40 somethings I've been acquainted with!

I'm more athletic than I've ever been, and I think I'm in the best shape. Even though I have weight to lose, I would have never contemplated running a marathon or biking 24 miles even two years ago!

Anyhow, I have had a great birthday. My family and I went out for ice cream yesterday (it was my birthday eve, you know) and I had toffee chip - toffee and great big chocolate chunks in vanilla ice cream. It's the bestest.

I rode my bike into work today. My ankle felt great. I didn't get lost. When I got to my office, it was decorated for my birthday. I expected some decorations about getting older but my friends said they "knew better." I don't know what they are talking about.

They also got me a cake and sang happy birthday. I was very touched. And embarrassed. The cake was delicious. Cool and awesome, as my two year old would say. One of my work friends took me to lunch.

My boss thought I was turning 33. That was cool and awesome too.

My parents emailed me and my brother sent me a tweet.

I arrived home via bike exhausted, but my two year old ran up to me and yelled happy birthday! and gave me a great big hug. And my six year old made me three beautiful cards, and the two year old made one with help from his brother.

My husband made me tacos for dinner yesterday (upon request) and one of my favorite meals today - apple chicken quesadillas. He also wrote a blog post that made tears well up in my eyes, it touched me so. He's cool and awesome too.

I didn't ask for presents, as I considered my new bike a birthday present of sorts. And I didn't need any presents at all, since I have the best presents anyone could ask for - wonderful and thoughtful family and friends. I think this was one of my best birthdays ever. Thank you everyone! You are all cool and awesome.

Back on My Feet

I saw the doctor today. He said my ankle looked very good, despite the fact that it was still swollen and turning yellow (after having been purple). Nothing was broken, nothing was torn, and my ankle seemed really strong. He said to start walking on it, and that I could ride my bike again. Yay!

This was the best news of the day. Before that I quite a morning. Yesterday I used a cane to get around, and I had a ride to and from work. My entire leg hurt last night, and I worried that I overdid it. So I decided I would take the crutches again today. I had to drive because I had a doctor's appointment, but I was worried about parking in my usual spot, which was two blocks from my office building. That was a lot of walking on crutches. (Nobody tells you how much it hurts your arms and the chafing you get under your arms from the crutches!)

So I decided to try to find a parking lot closer to the building. There were two that I knew of. I took the usual route to work, but had to drive around a little to get to the lots. As I made a right turn on one of the streets, a cop waved at me to stop. I wondered if something was going on - someone crossing or something. Then he came to my window. Oh crap.

I opened my window. "What did I do?" I asked in a shaky voice. "You made an illegal turn." I truly had no idea. I didn't see any signs but I was nervous as it was trying to find a place to park. "I didn't see the signs." The cop proceeded to tell me there were 4 different signs I couldn't help but see and that I needed to follow the traffic laws. He took my license and insurance and went back to his car. I don't know if he saw the crutches in the back seat, but I didn't think I'd sound sympathetic enough if I explained what I was doing. I would sound silly, not sympathetic.

He gave me a ticket. Wonderful. I was near tears. After that, I decided I wasn't going to pay to park any closer. I'd be paying enough with the ticket. So I ended up parking in the garage I usually park at. And hobbling to the office on crutches. I sat through a meeting and hobbled to another one across the street.

After all that I decided I would go to the doctor and then go home. I had enough. So the doctor's news was the best part of my day. I've been walking on my ankle, and it feels sore, but he assured me I couldn't hurt it anymore. In fact, he gave me strengthening exercises and told me once I could do those I should try balancing on the foot. Wow.

But the best part was that I could ride again! I don't know when I will be able to run, but at least I can ride!