Dear Left Baby Toe,
I hope you understand that I am in no way holding you accountable for the extreme disarray that your break caused the rest of my body. You cannot be blamed for the actions that resulted in your severe fracture and it is not your fault that I have lost nearly any cardiovascular strength we as a body took so long to cultivate and of which we were so proud.
You must know that we are in this together. Neither one of us is in top physical condition. I would be amiss if I didn’t point out that you’ve bloated up to nearly 1.5 times your usual size. I assume that this is just traumatic swelling and that it will go down. As we were both benched this last month I too am feeling heavy and useless. You are not alone. I’m sure you miss your favorite sneakers. Most of all I know that you and the rest of my left foot feel foolish having to parade around in an orthopedic boot like a grandma foot. I never intended to hurt you or cause such shame and I offer you my sincerest apologies on that issue.
I must reiterate that we are in this together, never feel abandoned or alone. I will go to a physical therapist if that is what is required; even if seeing a PT for a pinky toe does sound absurd, if that’s what it takes to get you and me both back on the mat that is what we will do. And in good time I’m sure we will be looking sharp in New York wearing our most fabulous of footwear as if nothing happened.
In the meantime, if you will please slip painlessly into spin shoes so that I can get a good workout in, then I won’t take you on the treadmill or kick you back to Chaturanga for a while. I understand that this event must have awakened trust issues within you that were not there before and I want you to know you can take as much time to heal as you need.
I still love you just as much as all my other phalanges and hope that you can find a way to forgive me for what I’ve put you through.
All my love and support,