Like the graceful and delicate swan I am, last night I plodded straight into the coffee table and smashed my favorite toe.
I’d like to say I put on a brave face so I could teach my baby a valuable lesson about putting on a brave face, but I did not. (Also, she’s a BABY.) I collapsed on the floor and cursed while a few fat, angry (sad clumsy ugly) tears squirted out of my tightly clenched lids.
Yeah. I run 30 days in a row without hurting myself and then promptly trip over a table in my house. I’m certain this is going to put a damper on my Glorious and Ambitious Fitness Program.