Let me tell you about how my request to do more things landed me immobile and unable to do any things.
First of all, I’m that person who has to be doing something at all times. The one who, while on vacation, presents you with an hour-by-hour itinerary of the day’s activities like, “LET’S DO ALL THE THINGS THAT ARE POSSIBLE TO DO WITHOUT STOPPING OR SITTING DOWN.”
Over the weekend my boyfriend got his first taste of this when I requested that we “do more things” so we don’t fall into a rut of me sitting around in a sweatsuit watching Bravo every single night, which I’m pretty sure looked to him a little something like this:
NICE TO SEE YOU I’M BORED CAN WE DO MORE THINGS?
ACTIVITIES ACTIVITIES ACTIVITIES.
HEY WELCOME HOME DO YOU WANT TO HANG OUT WITH ME LET’S GO DO STUFF.
Continuing his reign as the greatest man on earth, he followed this request up in less than 24 hours with a plan to join me on my triathlon training ride and then let me teach him to make vegetarian food. Activities on a Monday!
That’s what was supposed to happen anyway. What actually happened was I fell off my bike on my way to his house, sprained my ankle but didn’t know it and kept riding for an hour, loaded my bike onto his roof rack to head to the grocery store for post-ride dinner supplies, drove the bike straight into the roof of the parking deck (ripping it off the roof in a grand display of failure), came home to realize I could no longer stand on my right foot, and proceeded to writhe in pain and cry until 3am.
It’s like the universe was like, “Hey, Katie. Hope you enjoyed your activities. Now you can’t do anything.”
And I can’t. I’ve been largely immobile all day. I’m losing my mind.
The tragic turn of events is particularly devastating considering I was less than a week into taking the triathlon seriously, a twist no one ever saw coming. I got my bike last Wednesday and have probably ridden it a hundred miles since then (true mileage, not exaggeration). I love it so much. I’ve never competed in a race or anything and this one, with it’s swimming and nonsense, is way outside my comfort zone. And complain as I do about it, I was actually really excited to do it and finally felt kind of a little bit like a real athlete zipping around town on my 20-mile rides.
Mmmmeh. Anyway, I’m going to the doctor this afternoon and hope that maybe just maybe I’m still cleared to do this event in three weeks. We shall see… Until then, I’ll be the one sitting on the couch.