After a tentative 20 minute jog on Wednesday morning and an ongoing aching instep, I came to the conclusion that my foot is stuffed.
Google suggested an ice pack so I put together a bag of ice cubes, a tea towel and some fetching blue string. Neil loved it because it didn’t cost anything. It didn’t work though.
Tried some stretching but it was probably too little too late. Then spent a day of pathetically-hoping-it’ll-get-better-on-its-own.
Today, Andrew suggested that I ask a physio what to do. Brilliant! So off to Bend & Mend who’d fixed my shoulder for me earlier in the year. The foot/ankle was massaged (not as much fun as it sounds – OW) and strapped and I was told no running until next week.
So the Lindfield fun run on Sunday’s out – Neil had a minor nervous breakdown when he realised that that’s $33 absolutely wasted. I’ve been put on porridge for a week and he’s hidden the credit card in his sporran and welded it shut.
I like a challenge.