Oh bother. So I had a bad experience with the running. I ran for a few miles last week and went home. I took off my shoe and I thought I knew I had a bruise on my foot. It hurt the next day, but I went to the gym anyway and lifted weights because that is just the kind of crazy gym-goer I am. I left for Chicago that night and my foot was still bruised :( Friday night I tried P90X for the very first time. The guy on there is a geek, but it was a good workout. I had to take off the shoe instantly. It hurt on Saturday at the Winter Formal (luckily I had a few glasses of wine to wash the pain from my memory). It hurt on Sunday and Monday when I insisted we take a cab to get back home instead of hopsalonging it (lame sauce). I came home Tuesday night and ushered my limping self to the doctor tout de suite (Au Francais, s'il vous plait). I was supposed to get my X-ray results and the final say about my sad footsie. Home slice didn't call me to tell me what the deal was and I had to call 5 times today to talk to his office manager. I was pretty sure she was finished with me when she called me "sweetie". I could totally tell it was a "Bless your heart" kind of sweetie. Either way, finally, ol' girl the nurse called me and said "Oh by the way your X-rays came back normal and you have tendinitis!" My tendon leading from my metatarsal to my friggin foot phalange is inflamed. So now I have to take an anti inflammatory to fix my flaming tendon (hehe)
I should be back to running in no time. Win.
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