Around June 2006 I had a bit of a problem. I had a taekwondo test to get a new belt, which included a fight against a more advanced student. Everything went well until I accidentally kicked my oponent’s knee with my big toe and I felt pain. There’s lots of pain involved in contact sports, so I just glanced briefly at my toe and noticed that it was twisted. I knew there was something wrong, so I stopped and stepped aside. The Korean referee checked my toe and pulled it back to its place. I limped to where some friends were and sat down, one of them, who is a doctor, told me that since I could move it, chances were that it wasn’t broken. I stayed until the end of the test (of course, I didn’t have to break boards due to the circumstances), went downstairs, took a shower, went to the ground floor, got out of the gym and took a taxi to the clinic.
Once there, a nurse asked me what was wrong and sat me down in a wheelchair. “There’s no need” I said, but that was the procedure. The resident traumatologist had a look at my toe and sent me for X-rays. When they were ready, he told me “it’s broken”. I couldn’t believe it, I had never ever had anything broken. He showed me the image of my broken bone. A huge “X” all over the phalange confirmed it was seriously broken. The doctor plastered my foot up to the middle of the calf, while I called my mom to tell her the news. I told her to buy me crutches and wait for me outside of the house. I took a taxi, went home and spent the next two weeks there, working in my room.
I was in bed or at my desk most of the day, with the foot up, alternating work with TV (only changing between Discovery Travel & Living and elgourmet.com). I went downstairs three times a day, to eat the delicious meals that my mom cooked for me. Of course, I was getting spoiled, which meant that besides creamy soups and great stews I also had some tasty bread and sweet treats. Needless to say, I gained lots of weight (luckily, I don’t like tight clothes, so I didn’t have to buy new pants). I was still going to my cookery classes, but I had to miss the final exams and reschedule them. But I couldn’t avoid tasting my friends’ dishes for their final exams… lots of calories and zero physical activity.
After two weeks I had an appointment with the doctor to check the healing process and I asked him to take the plaster off. He told me the average time was between 4 and 6 weeks but I insisted and he agreed. I still had to wrap my foot and walk on crutches but I felt much more free. Of course I still couldn’t work out for a while so my fat percentage kept increasing.
The healing process was slow but eventually I went back to training, first doing some cardio (taebo, body combat) and weight lifting and a few weeks later taekwondo, very carefully and with martial arts shoes for a bit of protection. Slowly I burned all the fat again. My toe still hurted for a long time, so I could never practise TKD with the same intensity as before.