I have a secret. . . and it terrifies me. Do you want to know my secret? Are you sure? Ok, but let's just keep this between us.
I think I broke my foot. No, not THAT foot. The other one. I know, right?
I can't pinpoint when this happened like I could that fateful day of the nuts. All I know is that the top of my left foot has been feeling a bit sore lately. I really noticed it when I tried walking on my heels during a cool down, but it didn't hurt in my heels; it hurt in the top of my foot. I massaged it, but it didn't look bruised or swollen, so I didn't worry too much.
Yesterday I ran eight miles before hopping a flight to Atlanta. The foot was a bit sore again, but I thought maybe it was overuse as I had run for three days in a row. Then I got to Atlanta, and I walked all over the place (I'm at a teaching/tech convention) in flip flops (I KNOW!!! I'M SORRY!), and I looked at the top of my left foot, and sure enough, there is a bump. And it's tender.
I'm going to self-diagnose here. I'm going to say that I have the beginnings of a stress fracture, although I can't comprehend why or how because I haven't really ramped up my mileage. Was it the two half marathons last month? I don't know. I do know that I worked on the recumbent exercise bike today instead of running, and I plan to jog in the pool tomorrow. I am also not touching the five pairs of really cute sandals I brought to Atlanta with me; today I am wearing the running shoes with my dress.
|NO NO NO|
I have a race on July 4th, and I intend to tear it up. The race. Not my foot.