The Agony of Da Feet

My dear friend Kelli just posted about a lovely moment she had while out jogging.

I will let you read it there; my words will not do hers justice.

I'm very, very happy for her. She worked long and hard to get where she is.

I had a slightly similar moment tonight.

But with a typical Cass-ian twist.

And if you guessed it involves an accidental, self-inflicted injury of some kind... well, give yourself a gold star - or gold band-aid! :c)





It was a glorious spring day here, so I decided to forego the gym after work.

Instead, I came home from the office and embarked on what turned out to be a lovely two-hour plus walk. (Unlike Kelli and Stace, there is no running for this girl, given my balky ankle.)

Once I came back home, I cooled down for a few minutes, then hopped in the shower while my dinner was heating up.

While drying off, I walked into the living room so I could catch the beginning of Monday Night Baseball.

I wasn't wearing my glasses.

Mistake #1.

Nor was I wearing slippers, or sandals, or any kind of protection for my poor, tortured feet and toes.

Mistake #2.

You can see where this is going, no doubt. :c)

Sure enough, I somehow manage to walk into something.

But not just *anything.*

Like, say, a small item I had dropped, or something along those lines.

No, that would be too easy.

In a classic case of Cass being Cass, it had to be something NO ONE else would ever miss.

Like, say, the largest object in the entire room.

Yup.

The couch.

And as I mentioned, of course I was barefoot.

I was hopping around in agony.

At the same time, I was uttering a surprisingly robust and varied string of expletives, albeit in a relatively feminine voice.

Then I suddenly caught sight of myself in a newly-purchased mirror I had propped against the wall. Essentially I could only see myself from the waist down.

I stopped and stared in wonder.

"Gee... I have *really* long legs!" I thought.

I'm not all that tall, but I *am* all arms and legs. At least, relatively speaking.

It was likely just a combination of the searing pain and squinting mightily to overcompensate for being hopelessly near-sighted without my glasses.

But it was still a nice feeling. Even if it was only an illusion.

Then the pain kicked in once more. And I started to hop around like an idiot again. :c)

My black and blue toe is almost worth that moment.

Almost. lol

Kelli, I'm glad your revelation was less painful!

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Here's a fun song, and a memorable video, from 1982 and the early days of MTV, courtesy of Todd Rundgren and his pals in Utopia:

I guarantee that you will be humming this all day after hearing it - and that you will be happy to do so!