Tomorrow, I make my glorious return to running.
Two straight weeks of this wretched cross-training and my foot pain hasn’t subsided.
On the plus side, it hasn’t gotten any worse.
The thought of wheezing away on a machine inside the gym yet again tomorrow…? No. I can’t do it. I can’t.
My orthotics have not arrived yet, but I can’t wait another day. I really, truly can’t.
I did my time in cross training camp for two weeks. I did everything I was supposed to. I also felt grouchy, extremely stressed out about work, and frustrated at the challenge of furnishing an entire apartment using only the bus system.
So now? It’s time to run and hope for the best. Sometimes these things have a way of magically working themselves out, and that’s what I’m banking on. Tomorrow will be a high of 15*F with some Taku Wind action on top of it, but I’m going for a run. The end.