Maybe I'll become a professional arm wrestler in the mean time

When I first broke my toe, I didn't think much of it. I was still rockin and rollin as if I couldn't be bothered. I even went out that night and danced shamelessly on my broken piggy until I woke up the next morning troubled by the pain. Now that I'm taking the injury more seriously, I'm finding it to be a bigger set back than I initially assumed.

For one, it takes me fifteen more minutes to get to work. I figured this out when I left my apartment ten minutes earlier than usual and still ended up 5 minutes late to the office. Stupid gimpy turtle walk.

Second, I can't do....anything really. I mean, I can't do the big stuff like play in my rec league's softball game for at least two weeks, or go indoor rock climbing with Danny Dater no matter how often he asks. But it's even the small things, like grocery shopping, that can't be done.

Fortunately, with the help of my roommate I was reminded of the Peapod service offered by Giant. With a minimum $50 purchase, they will deliver your groceries to your door. I'm eagerly awaiting my delivery tomorrow evening and will let ya'll know how it goes.

I think most frustrating of all is the fact that my work outs are on hiatus. Sure, I can do some low-impact stationary biking according to the doc, but really, with my Michael Phelps inspired high calorie daily intake, I need to run a 5k daily!! Or at least put in a good kickboxing session to sweat out the toxins. I think I'm going to focus on upper body work outs for now. If you see me at the bar, taking on arm wrestling opponents, don't be alarmed. I'm just working on blasting my biceps.

I guess I shouldn't complain. It isn't all that bad. While the rest of the ladies were enjoying their final days of sun and relaxation in Dewey on Memorial Day, I dragged the Shoe-ster to the movies for a matinee and we engaged in a little theater hopping, one of our favorite hobbies. Angels and Demons proved to outdo it's prequel and Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian have me doubled effing over in laughter. Seriously, the singing cherubs? Genius.