My foot hurts a lot. It's dumb and it makes me feel completely wimpy. Yesterday at the end of my workout it just hit me and all of the sudden I couldn't put more than a little weight on the ball of my right foot. I thought it might be better today, however, it feels no different. It even hurts when I walk and makes me limp. I keep telling myself that it's not as bad as I'm making it seem and that most of the pain is mental, but unfortunately that isn't doing much. It makes me sad because I'm in one of my "running is fun" phases and this is going to put a damper on it. I'll just have to do some elliptical stuff (borrrring) for a few days and hope it'll be better before I fall off the excercise wagon. It should-- no, it WILL only take a couple days to heal.
The only question is where did this come from? Although it's possible it's from running so much on the indoor track (at that point I was around my 40th lap), I have run the same workout on the track many times before and not felt anything at all close to that. One thing that WAS different, though, is that yesterday I ran for the first time on the Rec Center track (since losery LSP has mid-winter break this week). Maybe that might have contributed to it?? I don't know... There is one thing, however, that I'm sure is a key contributor. A week and a half ago Stephanie accidentely stepped on my foot with her high heels when someone knocked her into me (actually I liken it to her "spearing" my foot because that's really what it felt like). It hasn't really hurt since then, especially not to that extent, however this happens to be the exact same spot on my foot where my foot was speared. Coincidence?? I think not. All in all, though, I think I should just shut up about it. It's probably just a fairly severe (and LAME) bruise that will go away soon enough.
There. I'm done writing about my foot. Onto bigger and BETTER things...
BIG news: Tomorrow, for the first time since October 2004, I am getting my hair cut. Shocking, I know. I'm actually pretty sad about it because my hair is so long right now and I don't want it shorter, however, it just has to be done. My ends are well past shot and unhealthy. And this way I'm going to first-handedly test out the theory about hair growing faster after it's been cut (I'm not a huuuuge believer in that one so we'll see). I just hope Charles won't yell at me for not getting my hair cut in a year and a half.
I've started a new book called "The Kite Runner." I heard it's wonderful, so I'm excited to read more. It's about two friends living in Afghanistan. I'm especially interested in it because life in Afghanistan is something I know so little about.
Wow. I'm bored of this already. And I'm hungry. Peace out players.