Three days before my last marathon, I taped my foot, hoping for the best.
That was April 19th.
I went to the doctor who sent me to get an X-ray, and he said.
Do not run.
There was no break, so I said no worries, I can do it…and he ordered an MRI.
Which didn’t get approved in enough time.
So I ran a full marathon, and then a half marathon, and then did the MRI.
I was casted.
I was booted.
And now. It’s 2 days away from my last appointment with the doctor.
Who will hopefully say I’m good.
I’m tired of the dance.
It’s been a long summer and 6 pounds back on my body.
I’m ready to pay the piper, and end this dance.