This past Saturday I had the opportunity to experience the 5k Foam Fest. I will do a proper recap post on this experience later this week (or as soon as their photogs get their pics online…cause I didn’t want to ruin any of my good cameras). But what I did want to share with you, my beautiful readers, was how the bounce house beat me up. 😉
So, the very first bounce house obstacle in the race was this thing called the Stumpy Jumper. First of all, I was excited to play in a bounce house as an adult. Second, it had foam in it as well. Third, it had obstacles called stumps. It looked like this:
So as soon as I hopped into the Stumpy Jumper, I decided it’d be fun to start bouncing. I began my first jump. I was excited. Adrenalin was pumping in me. On the downward motion, my left foot didn’t meet the bounce house floor. No, I happened to find a hole in the bounce house floor where a stumpy thingy was supposed to be. My brain was expecting to bounce. My body was expecting a bounce. What happened instead was my left foot colliding with the ground which was about 1.5 foot lower. Thankfully (I think) I landed flat-footed. It sent a sharp shooting pain through my ankle. I toughed it up, got out of the Stumpy Jumper and started to walk it off.
Let me just preface this: I had already managed to be soaked from the shoulders down from a tube crossing earlier (which was the first water obstacle). So I was cold already. My foot pain didn’t last after I started walking. I think I felt it more in my hip than anything.
I finished the race…freezing cold. But still had a blast. Once I was changed into dry clothes, I began to warm up. I ran some errands on my way home. No pain whatsoever happening in my foot. I made it home, took a shower and began catching up on all of my social media. About an hour after my shower, the arch of my left foot started to tighten up. I thought it was starting to get a cramp in it, so I started massaging my arch. Looking back now, the cold probably saved me and hurt me more than had I been warm. My body wouldn’t have been in survival mode trying to keep me warm. So in a sense, the cold was already “icing my injury” but it also gave me a false sense of not being injured.
And then the most terrible pain I can recall in my lifetime started. Y’all it was awful. It brought tears. I took some ibuprofen. And started heating/icing cycles immediately. It took about 2 hours for the pain to mostly subside. There was no discoloration. Very little swelling.
Cue Sunday, it’s been mostly stiff but still sore if I move it side to side or flex or point. It’s only tolerable to keep it in the flat-footed position. I can now see some swelling below my ankle bone on the outside and just a little bit of discoloration. I’ll continue my ibuprofen and icing/heating cycles until I can slowly work on more range of motion (which I’m not looking forward to, but is a big necessity in the rehab process).
So, that’s how the bounce house = 1 and Me = 0
Have you ever stepped in a hole not knowing the hole was there?