Broken, Folks.
I went to San Diego for two shows Saturday night. I was concerned about the turnout for the second show but both shows ended up selling out and they were great shows, even with the pronounced limp that I was breaking in.
I had planned to take the train. I was looking forward to it. I heard it was a pretty ride and quicker than driving. I bought tickets.
Then the rain hit down there and took out a chunk of mountain that then took out the tracks. No train for me. I had to drive down.
On Saturday, I planned to head out around 12:30. Give myself at least three hours. I decided to work out that morning with my trainer. I wasn’t going to but I did. I was doing some step-ups-and-downs with weights. I came down on my right foot wrong. It twisted under a bit, hard. I fell. I was Old Man Falling at Gym. I knew I fucked something up. I felt a pop.
Took off my shoe and sock and elevated my foot. It started to swell. My trainer said I probably sprained it. She asked if I wanted to keep working out. I said, ‘Yes’. Like I had to press on. Like it was life or death. For my country I will do shoulders. Obviously, we didn’t do any more legs.
I was hobbled. I thought I should probably go to the doctor. There was no time though. It’s probably just a sprain. So, I made an appointment for the next morning. I drove to San Diego. I iced in between shows. I limped through two sets. I did well.
Drove back and went directly to the doctor. I got X-rays. It’s fucking broken. Today I see if I need to get surgery. It’s a fucking nightmare. Well, more like a hassle. I don’t want to complain. I don’t feel sorry for myself. I only got mad at myself for a few minutes for working out when I wasn’t planning on it. I don’t do the shoulda woulda coulda thing. I have much more clever ways to beat the shit out of myself. That one goes nowhere.
So, now I’m wearing a boot. I doubt I will be able to workout for weeks, maybe months. That’s a problem. I may lose my mind.
I have to spin it to myself as a positive. More time to think. Wait. Not good. Maybe I can make it good.
Maybe I need a rest. It will be good. I’ll read.
Fuck. I’m going to lose my mind. I’ll keep you in the loop.
Today I have a very pleasant conversation about a life in show business with Jon Cryer. On Thursday Bobby Lee is back and we go at it in a fun way. Good times.
Enjoy!
Boomer, Monkey and LaFonda live!
Love,
Maron
