Astonishing how quickly things can deteriorate. Today started out wonderfully.
But because two other people showed up to this run, I didn’t end up talking to He-Who-Has-Yet-To-Be-Named (yep, that’s a lot better than “PT / tri coach”); and since these people don’t seem to have jobs, I ended up coming home way later than I would have liked. Which, since stuffing my face takes priority, means that I didn’t get to stretch / foam roll like I should have. Unfortunate, because my foot is killing me. But I’ll get to that later.
From there, the day was pretty much shot. I had an acupuncture appointment, for which I was glad since my foot was hurting… and those stupid wellies don’t help. I don’t care if there is a monsoon tomorrow, I refuse to wear rain boots. I just can’t.
In short, it took me forever to get anywhere today. Train delays were apparently the trend of the day… which is especially frustrating when I can’t just decide to walk instead, since I don’t particularly enjoy killing my foot even more. Which is also why I was so annoyed that none of the three Whole Foods I’ve gone to in the past two days have had in stock what I was looking for, but that is neither here nor there.
So I went to acupuncture, but it’s hard to fix something when you can’t pinpoint what is wrong! I know what I don’t have… it isn’t Achilles tendonitis, plantar fasciitis, or calcaneal bursitis. I can’t figure out where exactly it is, so how am I supposed to know what it is?! When this first happened (before I landed in my PT’s office), both of my feet hurt, but primarily the left. This time, the left one is pretty much okay, but the right one hurts like a bitch. And it’s turning me into one, too. A bigger one than usual.
Then I spent lots of time at work creating masterpieces like I used to do when I was bored in class in grade school.
No, I don’t get paid to doodle. In keeping with the theme of this wonderful day, my work computer was infected with a virus, and I was on the phone with the IT department f-o-r-e-v-e-r while they removed it remotely.
And Mr. J was being… well, Mr. J.
When I finally, finally, finally hobbled my way home, I thought the worst was over with. I sort of copied Kelsey’s pita pocket sandwich idea, except that since I tend to over-stuff these things, I had to wrap it in foil to bake it and it kind of … exploded. Yeah.
I actually ate that with my feet submerged in a bucket of ice water. And it was freezing. Except that, dammit, it still hurts. So I was already grumpy, and then I went to my computer to find that… surprise, no Internet!
Can taste the chocolate; can’t taste the coconut milk. Loved it.
And even though I’d love nothing better than to go to sleep right now, I need to decide between two swimsuits. See, I bought this (in royal) and this (in black/blue), because when do swimsuits ever fit properly on the first try?… Just my luck, they both fit. And now I need to choose between them, which is no fun for indecisive idiots like myself. Knowing me, I’ll just end up keeping them both. *rolls eyes*
This whine is now over. I will go sulk in my bed instead, because I am feeling very snappy and cranky and I just want my foot to stop hurting, dammit!!
“No city should be too large for a man to walk out of in a morning.”