Yesterday after a lovely dinner of bbq. Joe and I decided to take a stroll through Sport’s Basement.
Seemed safe enough at the time.
We practiced putting on their mini putting green. Joe told me the way I squat to putt is not the proper technique.
We threw around a football and I wowed the staff and other shoppers with my perfect spiral throws. (thank you big brother)
And finally we go to the boxing section.
I punched a hangy ball thing for a while you know the kind you always see in movies. Front kicked a standing punching bag. Which is when Joe told me to try a round house. I did two perfectly.
For the third I flexed my foot. I kicked that bag full on hard. As my toe made contact I was acutely aware of the fact that fabric ballet flats are not close to being steel toe boots. The pain shot up my foot and it was all I could do to keep from crying or cursing. I grabbed Joe and we hobbled out of the store dejected.
At least I got ice cream after.