Today's headline: Even complex, non-starchy carbs are dangerous!
Today, I'm fixing my lunch (grilled chicken breasts, topped with cheddar, mushrooms, tomatoes, and black olives) while hubby sits at the table. I grab a 1# can of diced tomatoes and head over to talk to him about who knows what. I'm standing and gabbing on and on when, unbeknownst to me, my right hand begins tossing the full can up and down in the air, amusing itself with a game of catch. I swear hubby's not listening to a word I say, he's in some sort of glassy-eyed trance*. All of a sudden, I notice the can is no longer in my hand. I see if freefalling down, down, down.... to my left foot. Crack! It landed perfectly upon its corner, directly on that sticky-uppy bone that runs along the top of my foot towards my big toe. I bellow out some free-form cussing for a minute or thirty, threaten to rip off hubby's nuts for offering to help me, and eventually find a place assess the damage. I could see the egg-sized knot even through my sock but the colors were prettier once I took it off.
A few hours of elevation (and whining) and several bags of frozen peas, broccoli, and cauliflower later, the swelling has been greatly reduced. I can't flex my toes up much at all but everything works in all of the other directions without much trouble. I can now also bear enough weight on the heel to limp around so that's cool.
Any ideas on substitutions for workout B tomorrow?
(Luckily, today's my rest day.) The shoulder presses, lat pull downs, and crunches will be easy. The deadlift, it's anyone's bet. Lunges, no freaking way, I'm thinking. Maybe if I wait to do it until tomorrow evening, it'll feel even better and I can do everything...
*After the cussing and nut-threatening subsided, hubby told me his trance-like appearance was the result of his thoughts at the time, explained to me as: "You know how some people just should NOT do some things because you just KNOW it's going to end ugly?" So that's what he was thinking as he watched it all unfold in slow-motion, movie-like action. (I told you guys he only married me for the entertainment.)