I used to be the real McAthlete
I used to be really tough. In my hay day, I nursed five ankles back to health and continued to play on them despite the fact that all ligaments in the left ankle had been fully ruptured.
In Graduate School, I continued to play, only to tear the meniscus in my knee. I too nursed the knee back to health, but only after going through an unsuccessful rehabilitation program that resulted in a different injury (this time of the patella).
Point is: I used to be a really tough girl that would spit on the wood during a game and wipe my shoes in it for traction. I played with injuries, stitches, and one time with bite marks — from a human (long story).
Yesterday Ben and I walked all of lower Manhattan. It took us six hours. I wore the worst shoes - Giuseppe Zanotti leather sandals. I sucked it up all day but my left foot was killing me and I couldn’t figure out why.
It is now 24 hrs later and my foot is totally swollen and I have limited mobility. I’m not complaining; I’m making fun of myself. It’s obviously not a serious injury, but that fact that it happened from walking is such a jab at my confidence. Uhhh I’m old.
