I've learned that my body is a fragile, delicate machine with many kinks in the design. My knees are almost entirely recovered, but now I somehow managed to get a horrible callus/blister on the bottom of my foot. It's not a gross blister, but rather a happy little bubble. I expected it to just go away, but instead it managed to get infected, despite the fact that it's subcutaneous.
Like that? Subcutaneous. I had to google it to make sure I was spelling it right.
So even though I think my knees are ready to run again, my foot very much is not. I spend my days hobbling around, trying not too put too much pressure on that part of my foot. It really feels like someone upstairs is sending me some mighty strong messages that I am not meant to be a runner.
The thing is, that's okay. It's okay if our bodies or our minds tell us that this isn't for us. That's what these challenges are all about. We're not here to get face lifts, we just want try on a few masks to see how they fit, laugh about the ones that look ridiculous, and move on to the next one.
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