My feet are not happy, but they do have a diagnosis. I was not able to run on Thursday at all. I ran around the track once and it hurt too much to keep going. I was seriously crying in the car when I left. I had no idea how much I was looking forward to running until I couldn't do it. I was grouchy all night! And even though I was, it cracks me up today. Because seriously? Five months ago, I would never have thought I'd be crying over not being able to run.
The doctor did some x-rays to rule out a stress fracture and because of where he pushed and prodded and manipulated and when I shrieked, he has determined that I have a pulled achilles tendon. I'm getting anti-inflammatories and have the go-ahead to walk after two days and then maybe jog after two weeks if it feels better. No hills and no sprints. But at least I have a plan!