I promised to take 5 days off this week to help heal some ongoing plantar fasciitis. And I did, just not in a row, and not because I’m smart.
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Glad and Less Glad
I started off last week with a 7.5-mile lumber that was both stupid (due to nursing an ongoing foot issue) and amazing because I can’t remember the last time, if ever, I covered 7+ miles on foot and did it in just over 2 hours.
Because I’m an Idiot
“Give me any chance; I know I can fuck it up!” — Me.
My plantar fascia has been throbbing since early May, and I have tried everything to ease the pain except a steroid injection to provide extended, temporary relief or to ACTUALLY rest my foot for more than a few days, even though I know I should.
A while back, I even wrote some self-love-type stuff that sounded like I had been on a late-night bender with my therapist. All of it was true, only I didn’t follow a word for more than 48 hours. Why? Because I’m an idiot.
But I have more idiocy, of course.
Creeps and Lumbers
I took the weekend off from lumbering to rest my right foot, which has given me some issues over the past several weeks. It was maddening not “doing stuff” at times, but via the talents of today’s craft brewer, I managed.
Missed Miles & Shots
Last week was a fine week of lumbering, and after Saturday’s early morning hike and my weekly goal met, I took Sunday off to rest and creep around Meridian Park looking for critters.
Sid and Nancy
Over the last few months, I have been stalking a duck couple (Sid and Nancy) that I see swimming in the nearby river and adjacent swamp areas during my hikes. I got a few photos from distance along the way, but nothing great.
Springing and Missed Shots
Wednesday’s hike was a wonderful 6-mile lumber with an average speed of 4 miles per hour; it was a great way to surpass the 800-mile mark in my ongoing journey by foot to find lost fitness and mental clarity.
OK in The End
So, close, yet so far away. Well, at least until Wednesday morning.
Finding Lando
Another week of mind numbing existence in the books, as well as another week’s worth of woodsy miles. And I have nothing to say.
Random Soilage Again
Ready to have your socks blown off with another volume of soiled randomness?
No?
Well, too bad.