Sad feet

Ever since I had to stop running at one mile, I haven't run one step. Saturday I didn't run because even when things are going well I am not yet attempting runs on two adjacent days. Sunday I had a fair bit of walking to do in the afternoon, so postponed the run to avoid making anything worse. Monday I knew I would have square dancing in the evening, so again I postponed the run. During square dancing my feet hurt badly enough that the group stopped ten minutes early (gawd, I hate being the whiner), so this morning I didn't run either.

This SUCKS. I'm not making any progress. I suspect it's hopeless. It's been since December that I couldn't run (probably October or so since the pain started) and it's June now, f'r cryin' out loud. I am not so long-lived that I want to spend a year or more of my life trying to pussyfoot around this. Not if there's another way.

I wonder if what I'm seeing now is the anti-inflammatory injection wearing off. If so, then those aren't going to be a solution, even if I get another set.

There are lots of things I'd like to do that involve my feet. For example, I'd love to hike Half Dome again. I'd love to hike the Grand Canyon. I'd love to run for fitness and enter a few shortish races (10K, for example).

It's becoming evident that I can't do any of them until at least fall. Either form of irreversible medical intervention + recovery time + getting back in shape from half a year of nothing = too long. So whatever I choose, surgery or alcohol injections or just sitting and wishing for the Health Fairy to show up, I lose the summer. I can't hike Half Dome this year at all; I won't have time to train before the cables come down.

The Health Fairy ain't showing up. Time to educate myself about the other two options.