Fearless Ninja Underground

March 20, 2010

Oh, friends. We have a few phrases that need to be eliminated from further conversations between now and April 10th (due date for returned capacity of foot).

1. “Better than you!” (in response to “How are you?”)
2. “Is your foot feeling better?” (I’m ashamed to say I’ve taken to responding to this question, “It’s still broken. It should
be healed in 2 1/2 weeks. But it feels fine!")
3. Gasp! “Are you okay?!?!” (Not a dissimilar answer from above)

I know we all mean well. But it’s not a cold, it’s not a cut, it’s a broken bone. The pain is mostly emotional and probably won’t be better til the damn thing is off and I have a job. But alas...

I woke up at 7am to go to an audition on this beautiful sunny day.

I visited Barnes and Noble in pursuit of an economically priced Japanese learning book, but was persuaded by he who rocks my world to get the more foolproof (and costly) Rosetta Stone. I opted to abide by his sage words and leave B&N’s friendly Japanese for Dummies selection.

This afternoon, in protest of taking a third taxi, I broke down and took the subway. No, NOT the F/V! I’m staying away from that dangerous labyrinth for quite some time. I took the less fearsome 1 train from 23rd Street. Did the hippity hop method going down and up the stairs, and then some serious core work to stay balanced on the one foot. I somehow managed to hit the elusive Saturday afternoon rush.

Chinese food and college interview prep with my sister tonight. Cuddled my adorable newly-groomed pup. Our playtime has been somewhat limited due to his vast desire for hiding under the table and my minor inability to catch him. I’ve had to resort to sneakier methods like luring him out by opening the refrigerator.

I crutched almost all the way back from the West Village to my apartment, a staggering one mile, perhaps? As I hobbled past the cabs stopped in traffic, I knew my heart would have hurt more watching the meter than my arms if I pushed myself the extra distance. When are the Special Olympics held? I reckon I could fare well in a long distance crutch competition.

Ah, it is already Sunday, the day of rest. I am ready to observe.