“It is frustrating when you want to go and compete and improve, but your body doesn’t allow you to. But I’m always a true believer that whatever is there for you, you will get. No panic whatsoever. If something is there for me, it’s going to wait for me.”
I tweaked my foot on a rock this week and it’s gotten progressively worse over the past few days. This might be because I ignored the pain until I had to cut my run short today and limp back to the parking lot. But I’m no doctor. I’ve had my puffy foot and sausage toes propped up under a bag of ice all day. I’m also maxing out the ibuprofen dosage — and drinking beer. It’s the tendons/ligaments on the top of my foot between my third and fourth toes. Random. I feel strangely calm about the whole thing. Maybe that’s just the beer though and not reflective of any Buddhist-like enlightened acceptance. The running felt pretty darn great today though — until I couldn’t do it anymore. We’ll see what tomorrow brings. I’m pretty hopeful that my toes and foot will be slim and serviceable in the morning.
The bag of ice is melting all over the floor, so I’ll leave off for now. Another zip-lock bag and then some more of “The Gift of Injury” chapter in Matt Fitzgerald’s Run:The Mind-Body Method of Running by Feel. Hard not to make snarky comments under my breath while I’m reading, but I’m trying.