My damn foot is a tease.
I've been practicing my own version of RICE (Rest, Ignore, Complain, Eat) and the foot seemed to have been getting better. Walked two miles yesterday, and it didn't fall off. Didn't even hurt much.
So this morning, I walked 1-1/2 miles. No problem.
At lunch, walked 2 miles. A bit tender, but nothing ibuprofen couldn't deal with. Walked another mile from work to the Max, feeling okay.
I figured I was going to be fine. The last mile to the house would be no problem.
That's when my foot decided to make its move. Half a mile from the house, suddenly it feels like someone is stabbing a knife into my 2nd and 3rd toes. Could hardly put weight on the foot at all. Very irritating.
I was a mad limping fool all the way home. This is Not Fair.
What this is, of course, is God's way of telling me I should always listen to Dr. J.
Exercise du jour: Walking and swearing. Tomorrow's exercise will include picking up the phone and Making A Doctor's Appointment.