I was just getting into a routine. I was super proud if myself. I was up to almost 2 miles per day. I was running about a third of it. I was getting toward my goal.
Then one day, I had to stop at a half mile because I had pain in the arch of my left foot.
The next day I was fine, and I ran even farther. I forgot that I had a problem the day before. It totally didn't hurt.
The next, next day, I was miserable. Lots of pain miserable. Walking hurt miserable.
Three days later, I still can't run.
I WAS JUST GETTING INTO A ROUTINE, UNIVERSE!!
Ugh. I look forward to running. I hate it while I'm doing it, but I love the feeling of surviving it. I was going to get in shape.
Now my shape will remain amorphous blob until it stops hurting. It won't lose the weight I really want to lose for the cruise. This is lame lame lame.
You better have a good justification for this, universe. For serious.
As always, it's hip to be square (and gimpy!), kids.