Judo
Ok, last night was Judo. About 10 minutes into class I kicked someone's ankle and I'm pretty confident that I broke a toe. Finished class after hopping around and whining some, my wife has no pity I swear. About 2/3rds of the way through class I felt a lot better when someone broke their nose. Nothing like a fountain of blood to make you feel better about a wittle bwoken toesy. On the way out to the van I covered my foot with snow, which felt really nice. And proceeded to get beat on by my wife and step-daughter about what a wuss I am. I have a very low tolerance for pain, it is true, but I think I can operate under extreme levels of pain fairly well. Hang nail, broken toe, slight fever? Where is the nurse? Hernia, Appendicitis, 102 degree fever? I'm ok, I just need to get this done first. Besides, I live in a house full of women, you'd think I could get someone besides the dog to feel sorry for me. I'll see if I can remember to do a pic tonight; this mornin...