Hands, Nose, Fingers, Toes
It’s easy to take our appendages and/or digits for granted.
Until you hurt one.
But if you must hurt one, choose the pinkie on your less dominant hand. It’s not that bad.
Of course, it was excruciating when my 8lb weight fell on the top knuckle of my left pinkie, but after 15 minutes of consistent, intense throbbing it became manageable.
And the reason I’m writing about this, you may wonder, is because I cried for 10 minutes when it happened. Loud cries and I’m a silent crier so nobody was more alarmed than me. Actually, nobody was alarmed other than me since I was working out at home, alone.
I would NEVER have cried if I was in the gym, lol. I would have sucked that pain right up, being the strong, resting bitch face that I am.
But even more alarming than the fact my crying was very vocal was trying to figure out why I was crying so hard. Overthinker found the answer quickly, though, which is why the cry lasted that long.
It was less about the physical pain than the fact that I hurt one of the few body parts that didn’t already hurt. I mean seriously, here I am WORKING OUT, doing something good for myself and I get hurt???
And then I started thinking about everything else that hurts and I went down Pity Lane, taking a hard right onto Frustrated Avenue.
Next, I was thinking about all my suppressed emotional pain that has been lurking in the shadows of my brain and it all made sense. Fracturing my pinkie was just an excuse to release all my pent up, messed up issues and it felt damn good.
All in all, I wouldn’t recommend intentionally hurting yourself, but if you accidentally get hurt, go with it. Let the tears flow. Soooo cathartic.
And yes, my pinkie hurt slightly typing this, but I’m a trouper.