I went for extra today. Wow, only 1.3 miles, you say? Yep! My broken foot is trying to adapt to shoes again. Why shoes? To protect me from stubbing my clubfoot into another obstacle. Like I did yesterday. That is all. https://www.strava.com/activities/5964260869
While Mo works in Yellowstone, I head home to Livingston. The only thing there is a ride on the BLM. Not Bill lee Martin … BLM.
Bike ride. You don’t know what you had until you lose it. I’m talking about my foot. I swear if I get another chance I will run this loop.•••
Maybe not, but right now that is what I feel.
My toe hurts this morning. It feels like a fat sausage and it wants to point up. I can’t wear my slippers because they have too much “cush” and the rest of my foot sinks while the little piggy struggles upward, not wanting to be with the rest. It feels good going nomad and bare-footed. So maybe I need to train it to be like the rest of the toes and hold their own in a shoe. I feel a lot like my toe.