Strife. Conflict. Often painful.
If I keep that up I’ll Haiku myself.
My running life has come full circle . . . a circle of strife.
Last summer, I was having toenail problems. So I had three toenails surgically removed.
They grew back.
I had one permanently removed. It grew back. Toenails apparently don’t know the meaning of failure. Or they fail to understand the concept of permanent. In any case, I don’t think they’re very bright. They are farthest away from the brain. Of course, if you were forced into a smelly shoe for hours everyday, you’d probably not be very bright either. But I digress.
In the course of all this, I started having trouble with my lower leg. The toenails no longer bothered me. But I ended up with a stress fracture of my tibia.
After suffering with that for nearly seven months, it has finally been healed.
In the past week, I have been running six to seven miles a day with no pain in my leg for the first time since last summer.
But now my toe is hurting again.
The circle of strife.
I am the poster child for no pain; no gain.