Monday, September 14, 2009

At least I hurt myself in interesting ways

I didn't go to the gym today.

When I got up on Saturday, my foot was a little ... off. It didn't really hurt, but it just seemed like something wasn't exactly the way it was supposed to be.

Saturday was the annual community corn roast, and I had volunteered to help out. I showed up at 11 to help set up. I helped out for about 1.5 hours, then headed off to the grocery store.

Once I got the groceries home, I had a couple of hours to kill, then I headed off to work in the kitchen at the corn roast at 4. The concession area stayed open until 10, which meant I was on my feet pretty much constantly for the 6 hours I was there.

My feet (and legs) were sore when I left, but in a tired way, not in an injured way.

When I got up Sunday morning, I was fine, except that my right foot wasn't going in the same direction as the rest of me. As I walked, it was turned out at about 45 degrees.

Again, it didn't hurt, it was just ... really odd.

When I wear proper shoes, my foot is aligned properly and all is well, so I suspect it will fix itself in a few days. I probably did something to it at boxing, and compounded it by standing on it for 8 hours the next day.

Still, it seemed best to skip the gym.


  1. Hope you're feeling better.

    Several years ago I went to bed feeling fine, but woke up not able to turn my neck to the right. It was very annoying. Several chiropractic adjustments took care of it, though.

  2. I can relate, I have a tendency to discover I've hurt myself and not have any idea why. Today I have a huge bruise on my arm. I don't bruise easily, and when I do bruise it's not usually visible for several days after it happens - by which time I vaguely remember doing something, but not what it was.

    On the bright side, my foot is going in the same direction as the rest of me today.