Over the weekend I went on a crazy stupid long road-trip to Iowa then home by way of Springfield, Illinois. I spent all weekend sitting in the car. Why was my foot pain excruciating by Sunday afternoon? It made NO sense whatsoever!! Rest while wearing the Mizunos = agony? I don't get it.
I had 3 last Salsalate pills (NSAIDs) so I took all three, to no relief. A few hours later I met an old friend for burgers and a beer. We sat and chatted for two hours, then when I stood up to leave, I paused a second to fully register the moment - my foot didn't hurt!!!!!!!!! There was no feeling of a small knife being wedged in the heel, so sensation of a deep purple bruise on the top. I walked to the door, still no pain. I walked to my car - no pain!!!!! Whee!!!! Meanwhile my liver was screaming for mercy... (For what it's worth, I had switched to the Hokas by this point because the Mizunos smelled like sweaty feet ewww)
This morning it feels alright. Not cured, but not agony either. Hmmm Drink a beer then run the Pig??? This is ponderous man, really ponderous.... (It's no worse than my current idea of having someone KT tape me at the expo and carrying a bottle of numbing spray, stopping every few miles to reapply)