I have been a very naughty girl.
I ignored an injured ankle for a coupla weeks and I got a big ole fat swollen cankle that I could barely walk on. (sad face)
I went to the ortho walk-in and they gave me the boot. I was appropriately shamed at not having seen the line between “I can safely push through this” and “Oh snap, I’m injured.”
The boot is heavy. The boot is clunky. The boot is most decidedly un-sexy and un-cool. My daughter stubbed her toe on the boot and cried, then yelled at me for putting my “stupid boot in her way!”
I promptly set about the business of being lame. I was in a boot, for God’s sake! How effing lame is that?!?
I schlumped/clunked/booted around noisily. And slowly. For like two days.
I was grouchy. I yelled a lot. I had no heavy things to lift.
Then, I got tired of being lame, got into my workout gear, put on the goddamned boot, and went to my workout.
And that’s when the BOOT OF SHAME became the BOOT OF BADASSERY.
With some slight modifications, I kicked the usual ass at my workout. I benched a new PR (110 for 5 reps), did some pull-ups and good mornings, and even got in a little metabolic work…with my feet firmly planted on the ground, of course.
So yeah, no boot-related excuses for me.
And I feel soooooo much better now.