Hurt…Physically.

I have this theory that getting physically hurt is only worth it if you get a really good story out of it. Matt Adair probably has good stories since he’s always climbing walls and jumping off roof tops. I don’t do that stuff. Instead, I have stories such as this:

Last night on my way home from work I stopped at Sam’s Club to pick up a few things. I grabbed a cart and within minutes figured out that one of the wheels wasn’t working properly. (Don’t you hate that?!). Well like all women rushing home to make dinner, I decided to not walk the 10 feet and get a new cart and rather put up with the one that I have unluckily chosen. Within minutes I had a good system in place. If I walked with my feet more towards the right side of the cart and leaned a bit more on the left side, the cart would go straight. I then proceeded to pick up the few SMALL things I needed. Ya know, 2 32-packs of bottled water, a case of individual Gatorade and a bag of individual serve cream cheese. I should have known that my system wouldn’t work so well with heavy items in the cart. But. Me being the person I am…decided to vamp up the system. If I pushed the cart towards the left with all of my weight while sliding my feet to the right, it would still go straight. I slowly but successfully made my way to the register where I got cut off by 2 people running as if their life depended on getting in line before me and then cut from behind twice when another register opened. Gotta love it.

So you’re probably wondering where this physical hurt thing comes in. Well, it comes in 5 minutes later when I pull into a parking spot in our apartment complex. I got out of the car and basically fell to my knees in pain. My right foot felt weird and I could barely walk on it. But I had no option, I had to walk to my apartment. So I started walking and within seconds I realized that the throbbing pain was coming from the inside arch of my right foot. OH MY GOSH. I PULLED A MUSCLE FOOD SHOPPING.

Yes ladies and gentlemen, it is now the next morning and I’m limping all over the place from a pulled muscle in my foot from stubbornly pushing around a heavy broken cart. Let’s just hope I didn’t tear the muscle or I’ll be retelling this story for weeks.

Just once, I’d like to have an awesome adventurous story about getting hurt. Instead I get stories like this. If you’re lucky, maybe one day I’ll tell you about how I sprained my ankle falling up the stairs and sprained my wrist spinning into a stretching bar during dance class.

Happy Thursday everyone. Hope your feet are working