My 90 Days in Hell

My wedding is in 10 months. October 7, 2011. After four and a half years, one daughter, two dogs and a house later, we will be married. Wow. Honestly there is hardly a whole lot for us to do as we are eloping, sort of, but the point is, we just need to make air and hotel reservations, purchase our rings and oh yeah, The Dress. The Dreaded Dress. I was not planning on going fancy since it is a destination wedding but I found a dress I am in love with and why the hell not be a princess? Regardless, this means I have a little over 90 days before I do the traditional horror of wedding dress shopping (its good to keep my toptions open and all that bullshit). So that of course means getting myself into the best shape I can before then. Torture here I come.

Now, I smartly obtained a spiral fracture on the fifth metarsal on my right foot about 6 and a half weeks ago during Irish dance class. I know, I know, I am highly talented. Because it was close to splintering which would require metal pieces and several screws to put back together, I was ordered to be non weight bearing on crutches for SIX bloody ass weeks. Balls.  Of course this meant my 15 miles a week jogging and Irish dancing were abruptly halted. Again, balls. Floor pilates and then thyoga just are not the same. Two days before Xmas I got the nod to start walking in my oh so sexy cam walker boot sans crutches (huzzah). You bet your ass I unevely shuffled into the gym that night to embark on the recumbent bike, which, really, most boring thing, ever. Ever. But whatever, its some sort of cardio or something. Whatever.

We also discovered P90X, did research, tried out a few of the workouts and told them to fuck off, then did them somemore. Yes, the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over again, blah blah blah. Anyway, the plan is, recumbent bike daily to almost daily, for the next three weeks while in this stupid, I mean, hot, sexy boot and P90X as much as I can do sans impact on my asshat of a foot. Then add on to it when healed, back to running and dancing eventually. I have a feeling it will make me cry but I'm desparate. Wedding dress, people, wedding dress!