I'm Really Mad at My Feet

I have spent the last couple of days hobbling around because every step is so painful. I have been forced to accept the fact that, no matter how great the rest of my body feels when I run, my feet just won't allow it. I hate them.

It will take another couple of days to be fully pain free, but then I'll try walking and see if concentrated walking makes them hurt. If not, then I'll start a serious walking workout. If it does, I'll consider amputation. (Just kidding! I'll look into biking.)

I'm really surprised at how angry I am about this. When I stood up this morning and was almost doubled over in pain, I was more angry than hurt. How dare my feet sabotage me like this!!!

Not rational, I know. I'm just reporting my feelings. My mom says this is what getting old is like - your body just quits doing things it always used to be able to do. I'm a little afraid that this is the start of the process, and I'm not ready to be old!

(Note - I work in health care - hospice, long term rehab, care centers. I'm not ready to be decrepit; I'm perfectly ready to be more than 50 years old.)