Foot update #2

And then it started hurting again. So I wasn't miraculously cured. But it wasn't hurting as badly. I skipped my run this morning, and made my way over to the shop after work. I ran laps around the store, in sock feet, in my shoes, in my shoes with different inserts, in shoes with the same inserts. Three salespeople listened to my tale of woe, and finally the great and powerful Oz himself took a look. Mark assured me that my inserts were fine, and then gave me a good dose of perspective. Running seventeen miles in the wet and the cold is bound to make something hurt. So I walked out of the shop with the shoes and the inserts I came in with, and headed home to take another dose of Advil.