Disaster strikes

February 5th

Run three minutes, walk two minutes (6 times)

We moaned and groaned our way through the first workout of "Easy Recovery Week." It wasn't easy, believe me. Then we got showered and dressed and left the ship for a day of sightseeing around Waikiki.

I really wanted to see the Iolani Palace. I've been to Hawaii six times and never went that far downtown. I was wearing my very cute (cute for me. I have bad feet) new Nike low tops. They have pink plaid trim on them and are perfect walking shoes. Good thing I was wearing those and not sandals. I hit a crack in the sidewalk in front of the palace and went flying. What a bloody mess! Barb had towelettes in her purse from our dinner at the Polynesian Cultural Centre and she and Nancy mopped me up. However, it was so painful to walk that I took my shoe off. The joint on my big toe was a real mess, already swollen and purple. I don't know if it was sprained or dislocated, but the toe was much shorter than it should be. Nancy pushed it down and straightened it out and I put my shoe back on while I still could. I walked around on it all day but it was very sore.

I fear that my running career is over.