A week ago I was doing this instead of writing:
I didn’t go into the city for an official diagnosis, but my best guess is that it is a stress fracture in one of the metatarsal bones of my foot. Caused by? Oh yeah, running. Running too far and/or too long without building up gradually or running in insufficiently structured and padded shoes. Oops.
So the past week I did a lot more of this:
Which was actually kind of fun. Did I miss being able to zoom around and get outdoors easily and do all the housework and go on all our normal outings? Of course. I didn’t go up to the chickens for a whole week because my foot was so swollen I couldn’t even get my rubber boots on and I was super bummed about that. But Tom stepped up and took care of them for me, and drove the kids around when I couldn’t drive because using the clutch requires a pain-free left foot, and I was well taken care of.
And thankfully my foot is getting better every day, so I can do more and more of this:
And hopefully, in 6-8 weeks I can start running again, slowly and gradually. I sure do miss it. But this time I’ll be more careful.