The toe

Ah, about an hour before getting on our flight leaving Sydney I was packing a couple of good Aussie wines for Ben and Terri when one slipped out of my hands. I slapped my hand down to grab the bottle, but ended up striking it with downward pressure, slamming it hard into my big toe from about 10 centimetres away.

To say it was painful is not even approaching an understatement. Walking around has been a hobble. And I haven't been able to do any decent exercise (running) at all. I wonder why it hurts, it looks totally fine:


Let's call this "Ironman recovery"