F.U.C.K.
I broke a rib.
Okay, maybe it's just badly bruised. I haven't gotten an X-ray. The point is, I am out of commission, for at least a few days, and then who knows how long I will take to heal, and what movements I will be able to do. 100# squat cleans? Doubtful. Chest to bar pullups? Not looking so good.
I am so pissed. My training was going along so well - I even starting linking the chest-to-bar pullups pretty well. I was setting PRs left and right. I was feeling amped and ready for the games.
And then I went to my boyfriend's hockey game last night. I had to go - I hadn't been to a single game all year because they are all really late at night. This one was at 8:30, which honestly, is too late and I would have rather just stayed home and gone to bed anyway. But, he asked me a million times if I would go, so I had to go.
I was standing on top of a bleacher bench (you just stand when you watch hockey games, normally), and I stepped over the next bench up and went for the footrest behind it - so that's 1.5 benches up. I don't know what happened, but the next thing I know my right foot has fallen through the crack and I can't breathe. Of course, I'm more embarassed than anything else at this point, so I get up quickly and act like I'm totally okay. I still can't breathe, and I can't ignore the pain on my right side. I didn't even see the rest of the game, because not only was I freezing my ass off, but I was too focused on my pain and worrying about the upcoming games.
I feel like all of the hard work I've put in the last 3 months is all for naught. Any inkling of a chance I had of doing well at the qualifiers has pretty much all disappeared. I'm depressed and I think I am going to go take a nap.
Labels: broken rib, qualifiers