Waiting to suffer

Saturday was a great day. I walked such a long way compared to normal days and to make matters even better, I walked normally. I loved the fact that for the first time in ages I could bend my toes properly.

It was late afternoon when walking around the supermarket I got a shooting pain from the middle of my foot going right through the offending joint and toe. It wasn't agony, but I could feel it strong enough that I stopped what I was doing. I immediately went home and rested for the remainder of the night, only rising to my feet once to spur on Mo Farah when he won the gold in the 10,000 metre race. I have to admit, I was anticipating the next days' painful foot, and basically sat there waiting to suffer.

Sunday I gingerly got out of bed, wondering what horrors lay ahead for the day on my foot, and was genuinely surprised to feel fine. I was a bit scared to walk properly on it at first, but all seemed very well. Sunday is a fairly quiet day, so I only walked from my house to the car, and my car to my mams house (and vice versa on the way home), so today when I got up and my foot felt fine again and I felt brave enough to stand on my forefoot. It was fine, I was amazed and rather chuffed.

I got to work, walking normally, and tried to bend my toes fully while sitting. This gave a bit of a dull ache, but I'm not surprised... my toes have probably forgotten how to bend. Physiotherapy will probably be beneficial to help those along!