Well fuck me. I had been doing so well, and god damn I was happy! Unfortunately, my foot is hurting. Now, before anyone goes off, saying I did too much too soon, let me remind everyone that both my Dr. and my PT patted me on the back for being patient and careful with my recovery. This is yet another "one of those things" that is quite possibly unrelated to amount of activity. I'm 95% sure it's the nerve damage. The good news is that it's not likely to affect anything structurally. The bad news is that it hurts like a son of a fucking bitch- shooting, burning pains that make even walking difficult at times. I tweaked it Friday when I stepped funny on the trails. The swelling is down today, so at least that's good. I put in a call to the Dr. I assume dancing is out for the next few days. OK, I'm no dancer, but I'd like to have the option, just in case a night on the town is in my near future. Uggh. Fingers crossed this will pass quickly. Good thing I'm still able to get on the bike without feeling like a microscopic army is stabbing my foot with sharp needles . It's quite possible that a shot of cortisone will help, and then the circle will be complete with a shot that first fucked it up and now one that might fix it. I'll tape it tomorrow, and see how it feels.
That's all for now. Sometimes I'm too tired and too absorbed in my own head to write much of anything beneficial. I'll leave it with the thought that this weeks was about as hectic as they come. I want to sleep for a week or three, and to wake up to a pain free foot. It is a tad better tonight.
Oh! I thought is was so cool to see that Zola Budd won the masters 5k and 1500 in Raleigh this weekend.