what's that

My body reminded me yesterday what little control I have over it and actually running a marathon. I can put in the miles, eat the right food, strenghten my core and spend thousands of dollars and cute outfilts and the right shoes. But ultimately my body and mind must somehow align to make it all possible.

My body performed a little test on Wednesday ... just to remind me who's in charge. After missing the mile repeats on Tuesday, I did my own version to and from the gym. It turned out to be a great run and workout. So great I felt a bit cocky about how well it went.

I might even have strutted a bit.

My body, decided to have a reality check. Just as I stepped through the front door, a shooting pain screamed from the bottom of my left heel. I didn't step on anything, it came completely out of no where. No twisting, falling or anything. Just a sudden unexplainable pain.

Do not panic.

I started to panic. What the hell is this? Whywhywhywhywhy!

So I iced it, rested it, massaged it, talked to it in a calm soothing voice. It remained sore all night, even when elevated on the sofa (it's favourite of all positions). I let it watch Lost and didn't make it do any work on the commercial breaks. Forgiveness would soon be mine. As I fell asleep, I hoped and prayed it would all be okay by morning.

It wasn't. It hurt like hell.

It hurt all day, occasionally disappearing to remind me what painfree felt like, but returned quickly. I had big doubts about last nights run. Unable to make a decison myself, I left it up to the fate gods. I went to the run, if P showed up, it was a sign, I was meant to run. If she didn't, then I would take heel home to rest.

P showed up, my heel spasmed at the sight. We decided to do 4 miles. The first 5 minutes were a little tender, but after I warmed up, so did my heel and the pain left.

Shhhh ... it has stayed away. Nothing after the run, or this morning. Don't tell anyone, I don't want to jinx it.