At one mile I had to stop. Right foot hurt. GRRRRR.
Did I not get enough sleep? I don't know.
Was my stride any different today? I can't tell.
Have I not been stretching out enough? Maybe.
Did I do too much Wednesday morning? I'll ask the crystal ball.
Was there some minor inflammation in my body today, because yesterday I ate something I'm mildly allergic to, but not enough that I could tell in any other way? Who knows?
Did I not get enough sleep? I don't know.
Was my stride any different today? I can't tell.
Have I not been stretching out enough? Maybe.
Did I do too much Wednesday morning? I'll ask the crystal ball.
Was there some minor inflammation in my body today, because yesterday I ate something I'm mildly allergic to, but not enough that I could tell in any other way? Who knows?
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I promise I won't do it again unless, um, I feel like it. I admit I'm pretty darn frustrated by the lack of real knowledge about this foot pain.
When I started again, I noticed something odd, dancing didn't hurt!
Oh boy. :-)
It's really twisted, but I don't know any serious dancers that have legs and feet that aren't screwed up in some way.
I don't know very many serious anythings who aren't screwed up in some way. Y'know what I've decided? Getting older sucks. Thank goodness there are some compensations.
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You mean, like the alternative is being dead?
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I was thinking more of the alternative of being a pimply drama-ridden hormonal mess who's convinced I could do anything better than my parents could and who's so @#$! depressed I'm amazed I survived. I think I'm glad I'm not there any more.