Plantar Fasciitis CONQUERED!

After two weeks of rest, I went out for my test run. Two miles with two in tow. Not too bad. Heh.  

I said, "Is it good, foot? 

Foot said, "It is good."  

  Waited a few more days for the pain to return. It did not! Decided to give it another go with the two in tow. As we were approaching the logistical maelstrom of clothing/snacks/shoes/screaming/stroller, I noticed one of my tires on the double-wide jogging stroller was flat.  The little air tube thingy had slipped down into the wheel well, so I could not easily reinflate it. I went for the nearest contraption I could find to try to dig it out which happened to be a very dull pocket knife. Further searching was not an option as there were writhing tantrumming children gyrating across the yard. What happened next was just....dumb. I should have known better, and I DID know better than to use a pocket knife to try to wrestle out the air valve, but in my haste I decided to give it a go. The tire was just low, not flat. Until...I heard an unmistakable pop fizz hsssssssssss. And then it was not just low, but flat. Really Really flat. And broken. I was in such a rush to get out on the road before it got too dark (gets dark at 4pm here now), that I actually attempted tire repair with a pocket knife and popped my inner tube. 
  So  I waited a few more days until I could go out alone. In the nearby state park, most of the frenzy of autumn color has died down into the more somber palette of November. Dark russet and burnt umber replace the vibrant yellows and oranges that make the trees look like they are flaming in the twilight. 

I ran. And it was GOOD.  Aah.

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So I touched up my French manicure with whiteout today. So what? Tacky and horrible, yes. Here's a good way to ruin a mani - chop a few pounds of veggies for an hour or so, make soup and pie from scratch, do the dishes a few times, put the kids in and out of the car a few times, et viola! Chipped. I know, a completely frivolous and impractical thing to have at this juncture in life. But sometimes you just have to do something fun for yourself. This is the second one I've ever had, the first being this summer on Project Runway where I discovered an affinity for them. I have historically been too messy making art, playing guitars, working on projects to have it done. 

I haven't written anything about running lately because I Haven't Been Running. (Insert Tears of Frustration Here)  I have a foot injury. I believe it is Plantar Fasciitis. It is lame. Ha! No pun intended. Well, I'm off it for a bit, icing it and resting. No walks. No runs. No fun. No cuts no buts no coconuts. R.I.C.E.  rest.ice.compress.elevate. For a few more days at least, which is why yesterday this happened:

This is the image in my rearview mirror of two quickly scribbled sleeping children. They screamed all day and afternoon. God knows why. Teething? Tiredness? Tourette's? Normally I'd take them for a run for some air, but being that my foot is dumb we went for a drive. Literally before we pulled out of the driveway they were zonked. It went from screaming to silence in about 30 seconds. I got a coffee and drove around the countryside looking at cows and leaves, contemplating what kind of culinary adventure awaited us for dinner.