I don’t know if you’ve heard but I hurt my foot.
Anyways, I’m sort of proud of my injury. Now being a klutz with spacial issues this is not my first injury by any means. I’ve had the sprained ankles and the broken fingers and twelve stitches in my arm and the hamburger meat for a leg… but this might be the first one I’m proud of.
Because it’s an “overuse” injury. Meaning I got it because I used it. More than likely pushing myself to far and fast over the hills (however slight they may be) in my neighborhood while running/walking/jogging/trotting.
Guess how you can avoid an “overuse” injury? Sitting on the couch. That’s right bitches, I’m hurt because I got my ass off the couch.
And I’m proud of that.
It still hurts like hell but it is a good hurt. That’s a lie, it’s not a good hurt- more like a satisfying I did the right thing up until I kept going instead of listening to my foot when it first said stop and I said fuck you foot I’m going to keep going and bam that foot sure showed me but it’s all good because at least I was trying I guess kind of hurt.