Going Nowhere

I am amazed at the multitude of things that can go wrong with even one area of your body (or car, but that's a topic for another day). Seriously, the Injury Forum at Runnersworld.com has 11,000 topic pages. Anyway, I was in the middle of a run yesterday when I decided pushing through the pain any longer might aggravate whatever was bothering my foot. So I ended up walking 4 miles back to the car, wincing at every step. A little internet research indicates that I probably have a stress fracture of the heel bone. I guess I'll head to the doctor to find out.

It's funny to me that I had been worrying about getting a stress fracture in my tibia, and then this came on without any warning. At any rate, if that proves to be the case I can say so long to the St. George Marathon this October...

Comments

The Kyles said…
NOOOOOOO!!! Say it ain't so! I am so sorry. How frustrating. I hope that it is something much more minor.
July 12, 2009 at 8:06 PM
Joel said…
Why didn't I call this post "time wounds all heels"? Oh, the opportunities lost...
July 13, 2009 at 7:58 AM
Jer said…
Because I would have had to smack you around had you named it that.
July 13, 2009 at 10:03 AM
A Bunch of Roaches said…
Joel, I think you should edit your post and change the title to your second choice. Very punny! Sorry about your injury.
July 13, 2009 at 8:48 PM
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