If there was a pool going as to how long I'd go without running, the answer turned out to be 13 days. I awoke at 3 AM and couldn't go back to sleep, so I did every mind-bogglingly dull (yet Steve-ishly weird) thing I could, including creating a sudoku puzzle.
That's not a typo. I didn't solve one, I created one. And it's tough! Perhaps as tough as figuring out how to type it so it comes out right here.
That should keep Xenia from her dissertation for a while! [evil laugh: Bwah-hah-hah-hah]
Around dawn, I couldn't stand it any longer, so I got dressed and went for a run. The first quarter mile was good. I managed 10 miles, but the back isn't right and the heels are no better than they were two weeks ago.
I got a second opinion from a sports podiatrist. Bilateral retrocalcaneal bursitis as a result of Haglund's deformity, requiring Keck and Kelly osteotomies on both heels.
Screw it. Six months on crutches per leg? Ice and pain relievers have worked for 35 years.
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