I still remember the day, back in October, over two years ago. After my swimming workout in my PE class, I hopped out of the pool and headed to the shower. It was in the shower when I noticed massive amounts of blood coming out of my foot. Turns out I had sliced my right pinky toe from the toe nail all the way back into th
e foot. I won't say anything about the caliber of the lifeguards at the pool, who wrapped it in gauze then told me to go walk to the health center. I made the mile and a half hike (very slowly) and got some 15 stitches in my toe. I won't say anything about the caliber of the health center employees, who when taking out those stitches a week or so later, accidentally left some in my toe!
Anyway, If you thought BYU PE classes were done attacking my poor defenseless toes, you'd be as wrong as I was. With a mere 1 1/2 weeks left of classes ever in my undergraduate college experience, another PE class, this time gymnastics, took its final shot at injuring me, this time attacking my left pinky toe.
After performing my vault for the instructor for my final, as I'm stepping off the pad, the sticky pad reaches up and grabs my left pinky toe, curling it under my foot as I stepped down - breaking it as easily as a boy scout steps on a branch to break firewood. I didn't realize how much damage was done, as a pain took a while to settle in. I managed to finish my other routines for the final test (a tumbling routine on the floor, and the high-bar as well) finish my school day, run to catch the bus home, then referee a laser-tag game with Craig later that night. It wasn't until I got home and took off my sock did the thought entire my mind "something's not right here..." This is the sight that greeted me:
So yes, BYU got its final shot at me mere weeks before I graduate and move on! Oh did I mention I'm graduating! heck yeah! A dumb broken toe's not going to stop me! Bring it on PE! What else you got?! I've got eight more toes you haven't touched yet!