i’m eating spaghetti at midnight.
well.
yesterday, i woke with a slightly achy left foot. on the top. i had been noticing it a last few days, and it has been increasingly uncomfortable. i could run with the foot, but i couldn’t walk. i ran 5 miles, and was fine. i feel good. i’m ready for sunday.
then. today, i woke with a limp so pronounced i could barely walk. i posted a quick shout out to runners last night who all said, rest rest rest.
okay, so i’m tapering. rest is fine. i have the fitness, and i’m fine. but i have a marathon in 4 days.
i went to the doctor.
who sent me to the radiologist for an x-ray.
who sent a wet read to the doctor…
and before i hear from him tomorrow, i’m reminded of his last words: if there is no stress fracture on the x-ray, then we need to get an m.r.i.
this would be such a cruel joke. seriously. what happened?
so. i sit hear with a bowl of spaghetti. a wrapped and iced ankle. perplexed at this turn of events.
