Common sense won out and I went to the doctor after not being able to run at all for some time.
"What's the problem this time?"
"The bursitis is getting worse."
"That's a diagnosis, not a problem. [smart-ass] Your feet hurt when you run?"
"I can't run. They just hurt."
"Have you been running more or faster than usual? Unusual surfaces? New shoes?"
"I haven't run much and only slowly. Nothing else is different."
"What else have you been doing?"
"Nothing... home repair, mostly."
"Let's take a look."
"Ow. Ow. OW! Ow. OWWW. OW!! Stop. Ow. Ow. [etc. etc.]"
"It's not what you thought. The bursae are inflamed, of course, as are the achilles and calcaneus tendons, but they're not tender to the touch. You have minor strains in the outer heads of both gastrocnemius muscles, but the major problem is peroneal. You have tendinitis in both legs in the:
Extensor digitorum longus
Flexor hallucis longus"
[That's not tendinitis, that's twelvedinitis.]
[We reviewed the stretching and strengthening rehabilitation exercises I've been doing.]
"Those are ballet injuries. I'd suggest you find out how ballet dancers warm-up and do those exercises. Or, of course, you could have the surgery you keep putting off."
So... doctor says I should spend more time with skinny young girls. That's what I'm taking from it, anyway. En pointe!