My little toes are frozen. After I pull my foot from the cooler, I lovingly hold my toes to warm them back up. And as my foot comes back to life it cries out, “What happened?”
I wish I could tell my foot where things went wrong. What road did we go down that we shouldn’t have? Which turn was in the wrong direction? There still is no answer to the question.
The doctor said that it was an “over use” injury. It doesn’t completely answer the question. I have done this amount of training before. I have been doing speed work (mile repeats, Yassos, and tempo runs) all year long.
In the meantime…
– I take the elevator instead of the stairs.
– I am seen circling the parking lots for the nearest parking spot.
– I sit at my desk and send emails rather than walking over to talk to someone directly.
– I group my tasks to minimize walking.
I have been a frequent visitor to the Fitness Center at my work. I will hit the top visitors list this month – not because I am exercising, but rather because I visit daily to use the foam roller, yoga strap and mat for stretching and self massage.
There are moments when my limp miraculously disappears for some unknown reason. Perhaps my foot is still under the influence of the ice bath. Perhaps my foot just relearned how to walk properly. These are the times when I marvel at my newfound ability. I am like a toddler who has just taken her first steps. Look at me. Look what I can do. And when I fall on my tushie, I look around again to be sure that nobody has noticed.