Way back on October 21st, I did something creative to my left foot during our church’s Colonial Fair.
I ignored it for a while, assuming (and you know where that gets us) that it was muscle strain. The Squire finally got tired of seeing me limp, and hearing me gasp and groan, and made an appointment for me with the podiatrist. So yesterday afternoon we sallied off to the office.
I have a stress fracture. Lovely. I am clomping around the house in a surgical boot, and bear a strong resemblance to Frankenstein’s monster.
thisendoftheswamp 
Oh those are horrible!! One of my running buddies suffered through one:( I hope your de-Frankensteined soon:)