192 Drinks.... 600 Miles
It's just a few small incisions. Nothing serious. And hopefully it will solve the problem, although there is always the danger of complications. Worst case scenario, I've just destroyed a $100 pair of shoes. Damn you, Running Company Joe, for assuring me that Asics run wide and convincing me that there was no need for me to stick with New Balance and their beautiful D width option. But alas, I should have realized...what can a naive 22-year-old boy know about bunions?
I took my doctored trainers out on my seven mile run yesterday and it was a palpable relief to be able to wiggle my toes again and I hadn't even realized just how much pressure the shoes were placing on the insides of my forefeet. Afterwards I didn't have any pain at all on the top of my left foot, so the shoes must have been pinching a nerve on the side where the bunion is. It's entirely possible that the shoes will now fall apart within the next two weeks, but at least they should be comfortable enough to wear for the half marathon tomorrow. So it's clear that my snazzy hi-tech racing trainers are flawed, but they do still make me feel fast.
