A few nights ago I was thrashing in my bed, trying to fall asleep. I wasn't pining after some lost love, but actually -as pathetic as it sounds- imagining how much better I'll feel when I can run again.
My feet are doing a lot better. Right now, I feel fine when I step but pressing directly into the bones will still causes some pain.
I'm going to give myself two more weeks to heal and then I should be ready to run.
I can't tell you how excited I am over the prospect of being able to just sprint along when I arrive in Florida for my vacation at the end of November.
Running on the beach.