Well, I broke my foot juggling. Yeah you read that right, I broke my foot juggling.

Here's what happened: We were doing a Shooting Star pattern. That is a 5 person star pattern with only 4 people. When you run out of clubs you run through the middle of the pattern to the gap and start receiving new clubs.

I ran through the pattern one time and as I was turning, my shoe caught on the fabric floor covering— kind of a heavy burlap like material. My foot rotated 90 degrees to the inside and I put all my weight on it. Pop! Not a delightful sound.

Anyway, after a couple of hours of emergency room waiting, I finally got x-rays and it was obvious even to me that a bone was broken. 5th metatarsil, for the morbidly curious out there.

For the even more morbidly curious, I'm going to take a picture of my foot now that it is turning all black and blue, with a fancy racing stripe down the outside and sandal straps across the ankle. Here are the sporty pics.

Just so you know, it didn't particularly hurt, nor does it hurt much now, though I am living on Advil to try to keep the swelling down. The moral of the story is that you can't tell if a bone is broken unless it pierces skin or you feel grinding. Though the livid markings are probably a big clue. So get an X-ray, darn it!