Goodness, was it all the way back to Wednesday when I last ran? Ugh. I went back to not feeling well on Thursday, and still am not great. This has got to be allergies. It's miserable. So, when may I run again? Well, let me tell you about the race I had last night.
My dog loves when we have pizza, because he gets a fair amount of the crusts. When it comes out of the oven, he waits in the kitchen until it's plated, then he races into the family room, where we always eat, and jumps around, doing everything short of somersaults while we bring the food in. He always runs through first. Last night, I got started out of the kitchen before the dog. And with none of the wisdom I was born with, tried to beat him through the dining room yarn canyon. (Yes, all my yarn stash boxes are piled up in the dining room, as I've started my holiday knitting, vastly decreasing the width of the pathway.)
That was the last thing I remember before using all the balance tricks I have learned over the years to keep my pizza on my plate, while I fall towards the music shelf, with searing pain in my right foot. I don't know what happened, exactly, but I am pretty sure the 3 middle toes on my right foot are now broken.
They hurt so bad last night, and woke me up when they touched anything overnight. They aren't SO bad today, and haven't turned black, so maybe they aren't broken. Regardless, I still don't feel like running, and if professional athletes can sit out when their toes hurt, so can I.
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