My race is nearly run
Usually around this time of year i regale our readership with stories of triumph in my yearly 10-K, which i ran last sunday, November 6th. Yes, I did go fast, to the delight of spectator Dan, but i experienced an unfortunate biproduct of the hard run this year, a surprising stress-fracture in my right foot. Having never had a stress fracture before, i took the signs of discomfort in my foot on Monday to be only normal soreness. Little did i know that i would awake on Tuesday practically unable to locamote myself to the restroom! A few steps felt fine, but over more distance the pain would build and build like a hot burning coal traveling deeper into my mid-lateral facia.
After a discussion of whether the pain was worth a $75 emergency room visit, i followed my democratic heritage and chose the middle road, phoning my doctor who only costs $20 per visit. Luckily, my doctor did have an x-ray machine in her building, but unluckily she didn't have the ability to read the x-ray until wednesday or thursday, and that leaves me with no course of action until i hear for sure how bad it is. Although the doctor was not very forthcoming with contingency-like information, it seems to me that if the stress-fracture is minimal my treatment is of the "suck-it-up" variety, but if the injury is truly bad i will need to go to a house of casting, like the aforementioned house of $75 treatments.
The title comes from a song we sang recently in church. "My race is nearly run / my longest trials now are past"..... i wicked wish.