My foot is killing me.
Over the past week, I have done a lot of walking in heels and it’s been fine. Today, I wandered on cement in my favorite heels showing BP and his assistant Barton Springs Pool.
Tonight . . . ouch. The old pain is back. The pain from the break. It’s back. My foot really hurts.
The irony, of course, is that after reinjuring my foot showing BP and asst the trail, BP decided that what we need to do tomorrow is walk the trail for brainstorming and restorative purposes.
Oh, and I fly on Thursday to Florida.
The pain is back, and I do not have much hope it will be ending soon.