It's really hurting. I'm worried. I'm doing pretty good with keeping the anxiety at bay, but that's only because I haven't missed a long run... yet. If it's not better by tomorrow, I'm gonna miss one on Sunday. I'm not happy about this. It's very disheartening. I decided to get the boot out of the laundry room last night. I'm wearing it today. I'm not doing a whole lot today. I'm trying to avoid the questions. I don't want to explain why 50 times today. I know that will just bring on the depression and anxiety.
It's possibly a metatarsal fracture. I know. (I tend to think the worst). It won't show up on a x-ray for a while, so there's no sense in wasting money on one. It seems to get worse with every run. Thursday morning's 10 miles wasn't pleasant, but I was able to get through it. The pain afterwards was pretty bad. I plan to continue training on the bike if I can't run, but I still hate it. I haven't run anything longer than 17 and I'm still 6 weeks away. I have to be able to run at least two or three more long runs before the marathon. I know I have to stay off of it, but my brain is fast-forwarding to an image of me limping or crawling to the finish line. (Which is fine, as long as I finish.)
Please pray that my foot heals. FAST.
Maybe this is a lesson for me. Maybe my bad feet genes are finally catching up with me. I think God is teaching me to be less prideful. It's working.
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