Grounded

This pole mama has her feet FIRMLY on the ground today.  Sort of.  Actually, her left foot is propped up, and taped and is being babied because her broken toes seem to be refusing to heal.  Now...that COULD have something to do with the fact that I started running on them only four days after I broke them?  Or that I rarely slow down and prop them up.  Whatever the cause...one of two little broken toes is still VERY tender and quite swollen and still has a bruise line across the top even though it's been four weeks...indicating that it refuses to forced into submission. 

But the truth is...it's not really my toes that have me grounded.  Because really...no broken toes would keep me off the pole!  I don't even really USE my toes for that.  What's REALLY got me grounded today are my arms.  HOLY COW DO THEY EVER HURT!!!!!!!  I mean, like uber pain.  Like someone knock me out NOW pain.  Like, "Can I please get an arm transplant over here, STAT, please?" kind of hurt.  This has been coming for a while.  And I was thinking I was going to need a day or two off to rest up a bit.  But then, this week, I just decided to push and push and push.  Harder than I've pushed.  And THEN I climbed the pole!!!!  And climbed it again and again and again and...well, you get it.  I KNEW I shouldn't go to class on Thursday after all that pole climbing success on Wednesday...but success kind of goes to your head sometimes.  Makes you euphoric.  And you need just a little bit MORE success.  You need to master just one more little trick.  Nail one more little spin.  Well, unfortunately, that "just one more" mentality put a SERIOUS hurtin' on my poor arms.  Like, I could barely lift my water bottle to my mouth kind of pain.  Like, I can barely drive myself home kind of pain.  Like...hello 3 a.m....my arms are SCREAMING in pain kind of pain.  Sigh.  Getting old sucks!  And so...In light of my poor, overused, abused arms and my tender, broken, bruised toes, I have committed to being home today and off of my feet.  Somewhat.  I might have gone to the Dollar Store and to Ross to gather a couple of last minute things for Clara's Halloween costume?  And I might have washed the car out in the driveway.  I started some laundry but I PROMISE, that's just so I would have something to SIT and fold.  Let's face it.  I don't do sitting still all that well.  And of course...when I sit still...all I can think about...is getting back on my pole! 

Pray for me because I have committed to NOT touching my pole until at LEAST Monday...if not Wednesday.  OR running.  OR even any cardio involving my feet whatsoever.  It's gonna be a looooooong few days.  Sniff sniff.