I am not sure what I have done, but my right foot hurts. At times, it just screams. Naturally, it is a likely result from the three to four miles that I run every other day. I do my stretching afterwards, but it must not be enough. Strange thing is that it kicked in while I was standing up, working on something at the station on Wednesday. I didn’t even go running that morning. I did on Monday but haven’t been able to since. The worst of it is in the middle portion of the arch. If I step on it just right, it reminds me that it’s there. I’ve ditched my trademark of flip-flips and broke down to my running shoes for extra support.
Today is Deidre’s birthday. The plan is some sort of impromptu dinner gathering at her apartment followed by causing trouble downtown. I’ve been encouraged to cook something for it, but time might not be on my side. If I had more to think about it, I’d do something for sure. Luckily this morning’s rain has cancelled events for City Park. Softball would be fun, but not with this foot.
I miss my flip-flops.