I’ve been having a great summer, a great year in fact, probably the best year of my life. In the last eight months I’ve accomplished so much, and made so many memories, it had to end sometime right?
In the big scheme of things I’m a relatively healthy guy, I have few ailments and besides some chronic ankle pain (due to a lot of ankle sprains) am relatively injury free. Until yesterday. The last time I broke something was in high school when my buddy took me snowboarding and I came home with four broken ribs. I haven’t been snowboarding since.
Since I learned to wakeboard a few weeks ago, I basically spend all my time thinking about glassy lakes and massive wakes to catch air off of. Ok well not really, every time I attempt to jump it ends with me face planting and the wind being knocked outta me. My buddies and I have been hitting the lake early in the mornings before the lake gets crowded, and this is where my story begins.
Yesterday morning was beautiful. The sun was out, the lake was super glassy, and best of all, I didn’t have to work in the afternoon. I was up early and had a few things to wrap up before I hit the road with my 22 foot Sky Supreme. As I was headed out my door I dropped my bagel (cream cheese side down). Ugh. When I reached down to retrieve my stricken bagel my coffee spilled down my arm. As I jumped in pain from the scalding latte, I dropped my ridiculously expensive DSLR camera from the other hand. The morning was not starting out well.
I believe that you make your own luck, and to a certain extent control your own destiny. Instead of throwing in the towel I committed myself to having a good day and shaking off all the bad luck I had just waded through. I’m going wakeboarding and its a gorgeous morning right? I walked the 20 yards out to my driveway and hopped up in the boat to double check the towel/beer/water situation. Satisfied that my equipment was in order I swung my leg over the side of the boat and hopped off the trailer onto my gravel driveway. I was met was a crunch and excruciating pain from my foot.
Initially I thought that I once again had sprained my ankle (a reoccurring theme with me), and decided to proceed to the lake. I could walk on it, barely, and had my buddies help me launch the boat. I spent the morning pulling my buddies around on the lake, and whining that I couldn’t board on what was easily the most gorgeous morning we had seen all summer. I did try to get my foot into my bindings, but the pain from just touching my foot was so intense I decided against it.
Eventually I made it home from the lake, and was cornered by my new wife and parents, where they attempted to get me to go to urgent care. However I’m probably the most stubborn person in the world, and I insisted on going to Carissa’s cousins wedding instead, with the caveat that if I didn’t feel better by the end of the wedding, we would go by urgent care on the way home.
Well the foot was hurting worse by the end of the wedding, so off to urgent care we went. Two hours later, the ER doc told my that I had broken my fifth metatarsal on the right foot. They slapped a boot on me, scheduled an appointment with the orthopedic surgeon, and sent me home with some Vicodin.
So where am I now? The foot is feeling ok, as long as I don’t touch it (I double over and squeal like an eight year old girl if a fly lands on it.) I have an appointment later today with the surgeon to see how bad it really is and if they have to amputate or not. I took the next couple days off from work and am planning on going back Wednesday morning.
What this means for the rest of summer? Well no triathlon. I’m really bummed about this. I had been training/planning/looking forward to this for almost 4 months now and less than 14 days away I break my foot. I did a quick peak to seek if there were any late season ones up here and no luck. Looks like my tri career is over before it began this year.
On top of that, no more wakeboarding, no more motorcycle, the kitchen remodel is being put on hold, and a whole host of other things are going to be canceled or put off for the foreseeable future. Basically the end of my summer just got real depressing. For now I’ll try to be content with watching old episodes of The Sopranos and having my new wife bring me sandwiches and beer. I guess it could be worse.