If you were my wife, I’d massage your feet every night until you fell
asleep.

So if you’ve been within earshot of me in the last month, you’ve heard me
babble about how I’ve started running around the city. I absolutely love it,
which is odd as I’ve hated running for as long as I can remember. For
whatever reason I really got into this spring, and I’m up to like 3+ miles on
a good day.

The downside of it has bit me in the ass this week. Running in old crappy
shoes started beating up my feat, and I somehow managed to bruise/strain both
of my feet in the past few days. Ironically enough, I bought running shoes the
day of my foot starting to act up. So after limping around yesterday and this
morning my foot finally stops hurting. My dumb ass figures .hey, my foot feels
ok, lets break in those new shoes!.. Yeah, half mile in my foot decides to go
on strike and let the pain loose. So yeah, now I have to stare at my nice new
running shoes for a couple days while my stump gets better.