On Saturday, hundreds of people competed in the Tower 2 Tower stair race in Oxnard, California. I’ve been planning on being there for months now, but I did not race that day. And that makes this recap the worst recap ever.
Long story short: I injured myself a few days prior.
Long story long: On Wednesday, I decided to get in one last stair workout before the race. One of my favorite places to train is at Universal Studios Hollywood, a theme park 15 minutes from my house. There’s a 345-step staircase there that’s always empty (because people take the escalators), and plus, after my workout is over, I can go on rides! I love rides.
Anyhoo. My workout went wonderfully. I spent an hour on the stairs, climbing them a total of 7 times, while it gently rained. I posted a complete run-down of what I did on Facebook, along with photos (check it out here).
There was one little hiccup. It was when I was doing box jumps, and I missed a landing. I ended up stubbing my toe. It was painful, but I shook it off, and kept going. There was some lingering discomfort, but it wasn’t bad. Certainly not bad enough to not go on Jurassic Park or Transformers: the Ride when I was done.
The next day, my foot was still a little off. My toe was slightly painful, but completely manageable. I decided to execute the planned workout for that day, Anne’s class at Slimmons, and then ended up being a stupid, stupid, stupid decision.
On Friday, the morning after the Slimmons class, I couldn’t put any weight on my foot at all, and I could barely walk. There were no external signs of trauma (like swelling, bruising, or redness), but it was painful. I began a regimen of icing and elevating, although I didn’t go get an x-ray, because I learned from previous foot injuries that even if a bone is broken in your foot, there’s not a whole lot you can do about it except wait it out.
Was my toe broken? I don’t know. Possibly. Or maybe it was a bad sprain or something. I have a flair for the dramatic, so let’s just say, for shits and giggles, that it was broken.
Saturday morning came around, and instead of driving to Oxnard for a race, I plopped myself on my couch. Instead of recounting my experience racing up 36 stories, I get to share a photo of my big toe taped to my second toe.
Instead of sharing awesome photos from the roof, including views of the Pacific Ocean, you get to see this body of water: an bucket with ice water that I submerged my entire foot in for hours at a time.
And instead of seeing photos of a very happy me competing in what would have been my 23rd stair race, you get to see a very sad-faced me, mourning the fact that I couldn’t go do what I’ve grown to love.
The good news is that it’s 36 hours later, and my foot is much better. Still a little pain, but I can walk and move around and fit it into a shoe without screaming in pain.
I’m eager to jump back into working out, but I’m gonna be smart and stay off it more. I don’t want to aggravate something that’s not fully healed.
That race was going to my be last race before the summer off-season began. And I suppose, thanks to my foot injury, my off-season just began a few days early.
I could, however, do some seated upper body weight work. Maybe I’ll give that a shot. Maybe. Being flexible and showing adaptability is a good thing. Just because one part of my body is temporarily out of commission doesn’t mean some other parts can’t get moving. I’ll be smart about it, though, and if it doesn’t feel good or right, I’ll stop. Awareness is another good thing, and a great reason to say…
…Keep it up, David!