It's a Friday night and I just went to the gym with a freshly broken toe and worked out like never before. Some people might call that crazy—and to some extent they're probably right—but I'm feeling great. Somehow I just don't get some of these social and societal faux pas (what's the plural of faux pas?!?) like running in the rain/ snow or not wearing socks inside. It's all a bunch of myths. I've been running in every kind of weather weather conditions, (including a blizzard) and often with a cold or flu on my back and I've only gotten better or kept sickness away.
I've never been one of those sick-in-bed kinds of people, I just can't do it. I can recall 3 times since age 8 when I've been sick enough to actually stay in bed. Even if I stayed home with a bad cold I was much too determined to let the lethargy of sickness seep in. I fought it off. Every. Single. Time. And I still do. When I feel like I'm getting sick, sure I take a ton of herbs and magic spice and roots mixtures, swallow raw garlic with cayenne pepper on it and make sure to get enough sleep, but I also think that a lot of sickness is in the mind and by getting your spirits up, you can do half the healing work. Smiling, laughing, accelerating the heart rate, good vibes, good flow. Maybe it's not for everybody but I loooooove working out. I'm not into weights or being buff or anything like that, but cardio exercise where I sweat out every last chemical and come home high as a kite, what's not to love? Half the time I'm smiling as I'm struggling up hills and whatnot (outside or at the gym). I see this as the perfect opportunity for healing. Good energy, smiling, cleansing, circulation, water... and there's nothing wrong with those endorphins at the end. Mm mm mmmmm!
Okay, but uh, what about that toe—the one that looks like a genetically modified grape from Monsanto's newest line of fruity monsters—what about that? Well now it doesn't hurt anymore, the endorphins swallowed it up better than any pill-form painkiller could. It probably got more blood circulating through it that any kind of elevated/ compressed/ icing shenanigans would have, considering that I have the world's worst foot/hand/extremity circulation. Just ask my boyfriend, he shrieks when I put my feet on his legs at night, they're so damn cold. Arnica, good circulation, smiling, and turmeric is probably all I can do. I stopped by at the doctor's office on my way home and asked the secretary if they have an x-ray machine there. No. I walked out. There's just no point. Toes heal on their own and it's already feeling a lot better than it was last night.
Oh, how I broke it? I was in a cleaning frenzy that lasted for over 5 hours and I stubbed it on the vacuum cleaner. Sorry vacuum. I didn't mean to kick you in the stomach.
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