Remember that run on Monday and all the splashing and tree roots and such? Yeah, I did some major damage to my right big toe leaping wildly into one of the puddles. I recall hearing a sharp click and then a clack as my toe slammed into whatever was not, in fact, gooey soft mud under the water. In keeping with the spirit of die-hard trail runners and masochists everywhere, I promptly ignored the pain and kept on running. Barely being able to walk the next day was my prize. Hurray! {Read: "Ow."}
I slept with a bag of frozen peas on my foot last night, and I got some x-rays today, just to make sure the toe wasn't broken. Thankfully, Doc said no fracture, but that I need to rest and invest in a better pair of running shoes.
Duly noted.
Now, which shoes are going to work for dancing tonight?
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