This past summer, I had a determination to get in shape. It was going well for all of may and june, I was about 20lbs/9.07kgs lighter and was feeling really good about myself. All of that ended on July 6th, as I was riding my bike north on milwaukee avenue, at milwakee and evergreen. A driver opened his parked car door, and I could not swerve out of the way fast enough. I caught the lip of his door with my foot and I went flying. An ambulance came, and by the time I got out of the hospital that night, I found out that I had a broken radial head, and a badly lacerated foot. So began my summer of melancoly, for three weeks after I had to sit on my couch. Not because of my arm, although it was a big cast.
The real problem was my foot, I could not walk because of the laceration in my foot. It was huge, deep, and in almost the worst place it could be in:
I could not flex my foot, or even put weight on it because the stitches would rupture and and the wound would tear, the foot was torn where the door had hit it, and the tear was in between the toes as well. It took three weeks for me to be able to put weight on it, and even then it was weeks before I could stand for long periods of time.
Here is how it looks today
Today, it hurts when I stand up from sitting for more than a few moments. This is the worst when I wake up in the morning, when I get out of bed the entire front of my foot is stiff until I have walked for about ten minutes. I cannot run more than a few steps, and there is always a light pain no matter what I am doing.
When I was laid up on the couch, I made up my mind that I was going to have to make some changes and do something legendary with myself. That was the origional brewing that got me on the trail of my project to reconnect and make my way across America.
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