If I go AWOL on the blog for a little while, it usually means one thing: I’m hurt. Or afraid I’m hurt. And I just hate to use this space to whine about being hurt. Or being afraid of being hurt. I wrote a bit about my right foot before I went to Wisconsin, but all you need to know is: I somehow managed to hurt it by not lacing new shoes to avoid the high top of my foot.

it’s been bothering me to some degree since. Dr. Google diagnosed me with a bit of Extensor Tendinitis: top of foot pain going down into the toes.

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Them’s some big words for this here little blog.

Knowing that it has a name and fancy medical drawings makes me feel better only because I thought surely I was the only person in the world who could injure themselves by tying their shoes too tight.

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Yeeeeeeeeeeah. So.

Treatment:

Icing like a madwoman. Literally, four times a day.

Aleve.

Different shoes: My older Asics 2170s don’t have too much wear, and the laces are at very different places from the Brooks Ravenna 3 & 4. This has helped tremendously.

Rest (sort of): I have kept the streak alive (Today is day 256!) by running a mile, but only a mile, a day for the last week. The top of my foot no longer hurts, and isn’t swollen the way it once was.

Last night, I arrived in Chicagoland, and went out for a test 4-miler in my parent’s neighborhood. It’s a magical place, where I feel pretty much safe running at night. Where, on Halloween, people dispense full-sized candy bars to my children, where everyone drives nice cars, and where you see multiple bunnies–BUNNIES–on nighttime runs in spring. Bunnies. Also, no hills.

I take nighttime running safety very seriously.

Off to run in the magical wonderland of my parent’s neighborhood. (Unrelated: I take nighttime running safety very seriously. When given a choice, I choose not being hit by a car.)

Anyway, at this point, the only lingering niggle is a feeling like I need to pop my toes. Oh, how I wish I knew how to pop my toes! Someone at Big Peach suggested I just sort of drive my toes vertically into the floor to get them to pop, but it hasn’t worked so far.

With all that said, I have sadly downgraded my expectations of Soldier Field. Or perhaps I could say, this race has magically transformed to something less than I wanted. When I registered, I was excited to be doing a new distance, and really wanted to kill it. There aren’t many 10-milers in Atlanta and I knew it would be a while before I’d do another. But, life and running being the awesomely unpredictable beasts that they are, I am instead going to treat it as a training run for Ragnar Chicago.

If I happen to run into Soldier Field in a blaze of glory, I’ll let you know. But frankly, my greatest hope is to run the thing niggle-free. I’ll report back. But you already knew that.

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