I was just walking, for Christ's sake. Stepped wrong and tripped, and my foot sort of crumpled over, sending me sprawling. It hurt like a son-of-a-bitch. When I got up I knew I'd done something bad. Went to urgent care and found out it's a fracture on the fifth metatarsal. My first-ever broken bone.
So now my foot is wrapped, I have a boot and am on crutches which are not all that easy to deal with. I feel like I'm going to put them down wrong, lose my balance and go splat.
It was fun going up to Bill's yesterday. He's on the third floor of a 6-flat. I crutched it up two flights and crawled the rest of the way on my hands and knees. Very dignified.
This is going to put a bit of a crimp in my morning run.