Phew!

See?  I told you Frank was wrong!  Results came back and he found nothing...nada...nill.  I am fracture free!

He had my heart beating a bit faster, I won't lie.  So what a relief.  Now, I just need to stay chill for seven more days.  I'll take seven over fourteen or twenty-one, that's for dang sure.  I definitely need to find some things to do in the meantime though.  I went and did weights this morning for the first time in a week, and let me tell you what....getting up that early was rough.  I need to get back in my normal routine.  That is fo sho!

Staying active and staying positive (and maybe a little ibuprofren) is the key.  I've been feeling a bit down this past week and it's wearing on me.  Emotionally and physically.  But, this good news put a spring in my step...well, with the right foot anyway.

So, for now, I'll be stuck inside the gym but at least I'll be doing something and soon, my training will start.  Thank goodness!

He said the *F* word...

Fracture.  Actually...POSSIBLY a fracture.  But as soon as I heard the *f* word, all the bells and sirens started going off and it stopped when I said "DUDE.  You have GOT to be kidding me."  Yes.  I said that to my doctor.  He just shrugged his shoulders, said he was sorry, sent me off for some xrays and went on his merry way with me saying "But.....but....but...." until the door closed.  Now, I don't blame Frank.  I mean I can't really talk him out of the restrictions he's put me on.  If I were him, I would have ran out the door to escape the eye darts I was giving him.

So.  Here I am.  Day 6 of "rest" and I'm going freaking bananas and waiting for the results.  Now, I like Frank.  Frank is cool.  But Frank, I think you are wrong in your diagnosis.  We shall see, Frank, we shall see.

Maybe we should start taking bets.  Make it a little interesting.    C'mon...mama needs a new pair of shoes!