Broken is a story that is best read Chronologically to start from the beginning – Prologue
Damn my right foot is a mess. Yes that is my foot. She/he is a pain in the ass. It is constantly in some sort of less than 100% state. I run alot… maybe too much. But this fucking thing is constant, stress fracture or locked joint, tendonitis, plantar fasciitis, back to stress fracture or locked joint.
It’s like a never ending cycle of just healing an injury. Blah. I just want to run once without hardly any pain. Jesus I have lost 30 something pounds why o why am I still feeling it. I hate age. Truth is I have a bad alignment in my leg starting from the hip that just torques my foot in a way it shouldn’t. Time to work on the root cause.
Went out with Darcey the other night down the street the other night to watch a Hockey game. Having another fun post burn it down night. I still have a little anxiety. But over all feeling freer. My body still feels like something is coming. And something always has. But it dissipates faster. I am looking forward to not having that feeling at all.
There was a time I didn’t want Hailey to see me with anyone. I don’t know why. I never explored it. But I no longer care. And it’s a good feeling. Darcey and I reflected on that day I drove up her ass. And we decided that everything since has been a positive. Even if it came with a bit of pain. That accelerated this over a few months when it could have dragged out. Imagine me avoiding it throughout the winter and then seeing this all for the first time just recently.
It needed a push just like an injury when you are close to being healed. You need to test it a little to see if you can run on it. It’s an apropos analogy here. I had to test myself along the way to get out from under this. In an ideal world that would have occurred without this proximity. But I got through it. I am really outside the other side of a very dark tunnel.
But occasionally you slip back or an old injury will hurt again. I will continue to work on the root cause of life rather than the symptoms. It’s important that we do that otherwise you can take too much “medicine” or treat something that is going to keep occurring.
This post is far away from drama and about my foot as it relates to life. And that is a good sign. Although I hope it gets sexier at some point. If you all start asking me to post more pictures of my foot. It might be time to hang it up. Unless it’s your sort of thing… no judgement.