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Friday, June 11th, 2004 10:45 am
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?
Friday, June 11th, 2004 03:17 pm (UTC)
Now don't you go bringing reason in to this.

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.
Friday, June 11th, 2004 03:20 pm (UTC)
Getting older sucks. Thank goodness there are some compensations.

You mean, like the alternative is being dead?
Friday, June 11th, 2004 03:42 pm (UTC)
Well, that too. :-)

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.