A running family?

Yesterday after work I went to my mams and we did our 1 mile run. She was aching all over so found it even more difficult, although took her inhaler at 0.6 of the mile which is a lot further than Saturday and she was only 5 seconds slower yesterday too. She also said she recovered much quicker and was out of breath much less than the first attempt at running.
I went for my 1 mile run on my own afterwards and at half a mile got a searing pain down my foot after tripping on a tree root... it was so bad I deliberately slowed the rest of the run down and walked much more than I would have wanted. It set off alarm bells, as I thought about the 2 mile run/walk on Saturday, the 5 mile hilly walk Sunday and then this 2 mile run/walk on Monday... have I done too much? I really became very concerned and instantly realised I am really not going to be back to my usual distances in a couple of weeks. I felt a little panicky if I'm honest!

We went out for a meal, and all I could think about was my foot which felt very uncomfortable. I even had to change my shoes because I felt like I was walking on a stone (this is how it felt a few weeks ago just after the cortisone injection). The meal didn't go well, I chose a fish medley which made me feel very ill and I was in bed by 8.30pm feeling absolutely terrible. As I lay there, I thought about how all of this mental mastery is just a load of crap and how my recovery was just "all in my head... just my imagination", and then I thought, well... of course it is... that's what it's supposed to be! So, what harm would it do to imagine it all getting better again? I was certain today would be back to square one with painkillers/ibuprofen/metatarsal pads and a phone call to the podiatrist anyway. I was feeling quite downhearted until I remembered my first race (Great North Run) when my training had gone splendidly only to get an awful pain in my bottom (a pain I now know to be similar to piriformis) the day before the race. It was so bad and had come from nowhere, I had to hobble around and my family were quite concerned about me still running. I got through the race with not so much as a thought about the pain as it didn't manifest itself again until around a year later (when I did actually have piriformis).
We all know that the mind can play tricks on you when you're about to race... I always call it my "hypochondria pains" and I have a fellow marathon running friend who always says "Your brain is well ahead of the game... it makes you hurt somewhere before a race because it knows what is ahead of you and it tries to convince you that you really shouldn't run. Your brain is a very clever thing".
With that notion in mind, I tried to visualise my foot getting better and when I woke up this morning it felt totally fine. Is it coincidence or time... because we all know time heals, or is it a clever brain? I don't know and to be honest I don't care... as long as it keeps healing, as that is all that is important.

So, it is a rest day where the feet are concerned today... just upper body and core to do. My mam is already looking forward to our next run on Wednesday, and when we were talking about it during our meal last night, my dad said, "Well, if I start running I won't do a marathon unless I can take a camera and do some videoing during it!". I looked at him a bit shocked and asked was he thinking of coming running with us, and he replied, "Well, we'll see how your mother gets on... but if she's going to have a svelte figure, then I may have to..."