I am tired of writing about my injury, so I am going to keep this update short, just for the sake of keeping you in the loop. According to my MRI, I have multiple stress fractures (I was very, very wrong in my last post) in my left foot, am back on pain pills and am wearing an immobilizing boot for the next 60 days. I can’t go to yoga classes until I am pain-free, but I am continuing to learn how to teach and am focusing on being grateful for that. At teacher training this weekend, I managed to do a few postures with my big ole’ boot on. My adorable and supportive classmates joked that I was doing “bootleg yoga” which definitely made me smile, something I needed desperately. Not being able to attend yoga classes has caused me some sadness, but being able to laugh over the boot was a moment of much needed relief. Thank you to my beautiful TT yogi friends for being so supportive and making me laugh.

So, since teacher training began in January, 2012, our lives have been filled with so much that is awesome. This foot thing has been a setback for sure, and sometimes I feel really sad because yoga isn’t just something I do, it is my stress release and my passion and when I can’t do it, there is an empty space in my heart. However, back to the awesome stuff, after four lonely-ish years in the East Bay, I have met a group of mamas with kids the same age as Matt, who have become an integral part of my life (and Matt’s life!). I am not sure, but I kind of feel that without the support of this group of mamas, that I might be feeling a lot worse about the fact I can’t do yoga and definitely about the fact that despite my defiance, we are approaching the terrible two’s at a fast and furious pace.

Friends are incredibly important to me and always have been. Our husbands and children are the air we breathe, absolutely, but there is nothing like an afternoon with a good girlfriend (or five). Women you can cry in front of, who understand when your child throws something at their TV, “love taps” their kid, and spits out his goldfish all over their rug, someone who enjoys your kid’s cuddles just as much as you do, and most importantly, someone who agrees with your mantra of “let’s just wait to see if one of them cries before we do any disciplining.” Now, more than ever, I appreciate their place in my life and my place in theirs. Getting through the witching hour (approx 4pm – 6pm) with these mamas, sometimes as we are hanging by a thread, is better than therapy. It’s been in the laid back, supportive, understanding company of these friends that I have really found a sense of home.

I dropped an unopened bottle of wine on my already sore foot a few weeks ago. It truly was a case of adding insult to injury (giggle). I forgot the wine was in the trunk of my SUV and when I opened it, the bottle came rolling warp speed landed cork end down, right on the top of my foot, which had been feeling cranky for a while. Long story short, I have some nerve damage and a possible stress fracture (I truly doubt the stress fracture diagnosis, and I am putting off the MRI until we see how the nerve meds work). I am currently taking 2 prescribed drugs, a vitamin B complex, a pain patch and a cream from a compound pharmacy, filled with a myriad of medications that are all supposed to work together to take the edge off.

Oh, SO embarrassing and truly painful.

The good news is that my doc recommended that I still do yoga. She said that with nerve injuries, if a person stops moving the injured area, that the result could be much worse than if the area was moved. So, teacher training this past weekend was slightly difficult due to all the physical practice, but I am so thankful that I could actually participate, as I would have been devastated if I was told to stay off my foot. I have a follow up appointment tomorrow morning, so we shall see what the doc says…

Changing subjects, we started practicing our teaching this week, yikes! Noah is my guinea pig, the poor thing has to have a lot of patience as I try to lead him through difference yoga sequences. I am really excited because I am going to be practicing on a few mama friends of mine in just a few days, so I am obsessively working on my plans for this. If you want to be good, you have to practice and you have to get past all your mental “crap”, which I have plenty of.