I was excited about doing Lift Up Autism. It’s a WOD that we do every year that supports Autism Awareness and research, and you can read more about it at the link above.
It’s a simple WOD. Only 5 minutes! Easy Peasy, right? Sure.
5 min AMRAP
4 power cleans 155/105
10 Pull Ups
Bre and I were teamed up, and we decided that I’d go first. I banged through the cleans, (I even got to do the class demonstration! I love those… warm up weight!) and then I went on to do singles. They said just 24, so okay!
Then came the pull ups. I did 1, 2, 3, and then jumped off the bar to do my signature spinny thing (jump down, spin around to face the other way, jump up again). Except this time, when I landed after the 3rd rep, I felt a sudden, jolting, sharp pain in my right foot. Total zinging, hot, sharp pain. WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST DO.
So I yelped, looked at Bre, she asked if I was okay, I said no, and I did what most crossfitters do: I kept going. I got through the rest of my pull ups, somehow, except I landed on my left foot, carefully after each one! And I was like, I gotta walk it off, it’ll go away. So of course I kept using my foot, except I was limping profusely. We’re talking no weight at all could go on it.
I hobbled over to my bar, did 1 regular power clean, cried out, and then did 3 flat footed cleans. I couldn’t go up on my toes on my right foot without it exploding in pain. I really fucked up.
I hopped over to my jump rope, and I did my 24 freaking jump ropes on my left foot. Derek saw, so I guess it was pretty awesome. Then I hobbled back over to the bar to attempt my pull ups again, but I couldn’t. Jumping off the bar was too painful and awful, so I skipped the rest of them; stopping after 1 or 2, and went right back to the cleans. I finished my 4 cleans, flat footed, and just couldn’t do anymore. I just stood there. What did I do?? Why do I feel this way? What the hell happened???
I stumbled over next to the whiteboard, leaned over on the Reverse Hyper, and just started crying. I rarely cry during crossfit, but this was an exception. Bawling, in pain, crying. Poor Bre had no idea what had happened, except that I hurt my foot. She offered to get me ice, which I nodded yes to, and I just stood there sobbing, with my head on my arms. So stupid. Tom came over to check on me, Derek too. And then Russ. Bre came back with ice and I looked at the bench that was 2 feet away from me like it was across the planet. It was such a long hop away. I managed to get over there and just collapsed onto it, head in my hands, crying still. Taking my shoe and sock off was a feat by itself.
Tom went and got me a plyo box to put my foot up on, and he went to adjust the ice pack and put it on top of my feet and I shrieked in pain from the weight of the ice pack. The look on his face was priceless. Like holy fuck.. what the hell just happened here??? I then proceeded to laugh, and cry, and it was awful. I sat there for 20 minutes, and poor Bre did the WOD without my support. 🙁 Russ told me it was no big deal, Tom said it might be a fractured metatarsal. (nooo) and yeah. I was sort of left on my own, because everyone had shit to do, and I finally stood up and decided to get myself back across the gym.
The longest walk. From one side of our giant ass warehouse to the other. I had to use the inside of my right foot and my heel. I basically had to drag it along behind me. My poor left leg was under so much strain and pressure. 🙁 I kept stopping, breathing, and sobbing. I had to drive to Vero to see April! How the hell was I going to spend a weekend with my sister in law if I couldn’t fucking walk?? She’s going to kill me. I’m going to be late to her house. Dave’s going to kill me. I hate that I did this. FROM PULL UPS.
I got home somehow, driving very carefully! and showered with Dave. I just kept crying. That something so stupid caused me such pain, and was going to last for who knows how long? I have a long drive ahead of me, I have to go to Wisconsin next week!!! Oh god..
The weekend was pretty awful, mobility-wise. So grateful April was so cool about the whole thing. We hung out, I iced it, I took lots of Aleve, I ordered voodoo joint and bone health supplements on Amazon. (come on, Super Cissus, do your magic!!) I did my Google research and self-diagnosed myself with an acute fracture on my 4th metatarsal. And then vowed to make a doctor’s appt on Monday. All I had to do was wait and wonder! Stay tuned.
|My lovely and supportive friend, Bre!! I was just finishing up another round of crying here. Glad you can’t tell..|