Mark (aka the running blogfather) posted on the run that wouldn’t end. Sadly, I had a similar experience.
There were too many things going against me:
Fairly early in the run, I felt the inner edge of my shoe insole rubbing against my foot. Of course it would have to be my right foot. “Oh shoot,” I thought. I’d felt this same thing yesterday but had since forgotten it. My encounter with the road rage momma pushed my plans to cross train right out of my awareness. I stopped at my turn around spot and tried readjusting my insole.
On the way back, the rubbing continued. I sensed that I was avoiding pronation because of it. My “twinge” had returned and was now progressing towards “pain.”
But that wasn’t enough; nature was calling (or rather “yelling”). I could not afford to walk. I trudged onward until I hit the bathroom.
I moved my insoles around again putting my sorbothane layer under the stock shoe insole. My foot thanked me. But the damage had, apparently, been done. My foot was not happy when I slipped back into my work shoes that house the hard Foot Max orthotics.
I could blame it on the full moon, or I could take it as a sign that I need a day off.
Tomorrow, I will rest.