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I'm not a naturally thin person and I need to work out to keep myself relatively fit. These are the kind of people that put their daughters in beauty pageants and would secretly give them Botox at age 9.Īnother thing I hate about is my inability to exercise. I guess they missed the three rows in front of us that were completely empty. Then, the topper was when she said, "Wow, it must be hard to get around, huh?" I wanted to shank her in the throat with my crutch. I got up, ever so slowly, picked up my crutches and moved around so they could sit in the three empty seats in our row. Seriously? Can't you see my crutches that are blocking the entrance to this aisle? Can't you see my giant boot? Can't you see the fire in my eyes?! Sigh. I hear, "Excuse me, can we squeeze in here?" I looked up and see three people standing there staring at me like The Stepford Wives. My favorite part of this little outing was when we were all situated in the theater (I'm at the end of the row because I shouldn't really be climbing over people.), the previews were running and I'm finally able to relax.almost. Yes, I made eye contact with them, they saw me coming and just stood there. That's fine and all, but get the hell out of the way when you see someone with crutches coming your way. These people are just standing around, chatting. We went to the movies on Sunday after brunch (in West Village, so the douchebaggery was already high), and the number of times I had to ask people to move aside so I could get around them to get into the theater or to the bathroom was astounding. I'm not permanently disabled and for that I'm truly thankful, but I'm getting a very small taste of what they go through daily. I've also noticed how completely dismissive the general public is to the disabled/handicapped. They don't want my pity, but I will gladly open the door for them. They're doing the best they can, and the last thing they need is for me to feel sorry for them. I swear to the Flying Spaghetti Monster, I will never look at a disabled or handicapped person ever again with pity in my eyes.
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I hate many things about it, but most of all I hate: the looks of pity as a crutch down the hall to the bathroom at work, the looks of pity as I get on the elevator, the looks of pity as I hobble through the parking lot, the looks of pity as I get out of the car and hop around until I can get my crutches situated, the looks of pity while I'm standing on the sidewalk waiting for my husband to bring the car around (which I appreciate, of course), the looks of pity when I'm trying to find a place to put my crutches in a restaurant so they're not in the way of other patrons. Mind you, I've never broken a bone in my 31 years until now. Quickly, to me, means a week-to-10 days, max. Of course, 'quickly' is relative in my case.
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Luckily, the tendon is intact (I have no idea how), and the bone that snapped is small and should heal quickly. Unaffectionately named Kankle the Ankle because of the size it swelled to during the first week of injury (when we thought it was just sprain.walk it off!). As you all are probably aware, I broke my ankle three days before my wedding in Vegas (see previous post). These character flaws have really pounded me into the ground lately. But, here's a very nice photo of TE and I with our medals! I look much happier! I look homicidal, so I won't post them here. I have photos of me running up this hill and they aren't pretty. Oh wait, it's not the finish yet, you have to run around the town square first. Well, until I saw the last 1/4 mile or so that was a near-vertical ascent to the finish. I love them all! Only 3 miles to go, no problem. Although, something can be said for PB crackers and gummi bears. What would you like?" The ice cold beer, duh! It was delicious and just what I needed. About mile 5 I came to a water stop and one of the ladies handing out snacks and whatnot said to me, "Honey, I've got peanut butter crackers, gummi bears or a cold PBR. It was hot and windy and hilly and it sucked. However, I didn't begin my leg until about noon. I chose the anchor leg because it had the most mileage (~8 miles). TE and I were the 3rd and 4th legs, which sounded like a good idea at the time. TE and I and two old college pals from Fayetteville teamed up. I needed the miles for my training anyway. DG signed up for the Hogeye Marathon in April, so I got a team together for the marathon relay.