April 19, 2005

Son of a bitch.

Three miles. that's all I had to do today was three lousy simple miles. Feet felt fine all day, so what could possibly go wrong? Well, I don't know, but they did! Got to about two miles and had to stop. The pain had started up in a way that said, "STOP NOW!"

And still, eight hours later, the outside bottom of my left foot is in such pain I can barely walk on it. I am not happy about this. How can I do 18 miles one day, and then get injured in two miles just a couple days later??

Son of a bitch.

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