My foot hurts.
When I'm in the last few weeks of my training, it becomes necessary (at least in my mind) to ignore any and all defects in my body. I tell myself that I'm fine, and I keep moving forward, because the last thing I want to do is consider all the time and money that I've put into my training as a waste.
So for the last few weeks, I've been ignoring the fact that my right foot has gotten progressively more painful. It's a sharp pain in the heel, right where it connects to the tendons under the foot. What's really strange about it, though, is that I cannot quite pinpoint what kind of injury it actually is. I would think it a stress fracture, but it hurts less the longer I run. That doesn't make sense.
That tells me it's probably muscles or tendons. Gross. However, the good news on that front is that there is only one source of recovery: rest. So today, I rested. As I did yesterday, and as I shall do tomorrow.
It also helps that I've had an extremely busy weekend. With four different theatrical commitments, a borrowed car, a needy (but adorable) dog, and a wife out of town, my life has been happening in between moments of driving, extreme heat, and avoiding a motorcycle rally. You know what I don't really need today? Extra running.
I still may get out on the road tomorrow, but I think it unlikely. I would have to wake up completely without pain, and I don't see that happening, as (strangely) the pain has gotten worse with rest. I'm telling myself that it's healing.
I know, I know. Go see a doctor. It's absolutely what I should do, but I'm quite sure they'll tell me what I know already: rest. Since I'm already doing that, I don't feel the need as of yet to pay someone else to agree with me. Fortunately, I've got a while before I have to race or anything, so if it turns out that I need more rest than I've currently planned, I've got the time.
Run smart, and you'll keep running.