Running away.

That's how I felt yesterday. Like running away.

And so I did.

I ran for 5 miles and although it wasn't exactly away, since the miles were logged in my basement on the treadmill, it worked. I ran out the crud. Shook off the last of the migraine fog. Gave myself a break.

A run like yesterday's run -- the kind that you absolutely need, that can turn your day around -- is the best. Five miles to a better day. Maybe not the best day ever (the laundry still refused to fold itself) but better. And who doesn't like better?

I like better! And, better still, I like gimpy, broken, painful, bunionized toes that are starting to feel better. No thanks to the podiatrist appointment that is still over a month away.

I had an "aha!" moment a week or so ago: My toe and yoga do not get along. It's true. All of those downward dogs and whatnots were forcing my toe into positions that weren't terribly painful during the yoga but that caused a lot of inflammation and pain afterward. Pain with a capital P. Pain pain.

So I stopped doing the yoga and went back to Jillian Michael's Shred for my non-running days and justlikethat the toe is feeling a lot better. The joint is no longer as swollen and red (it was not a pretty sight), and the pain pain is gone. I still have a little lower-case p pain, but I'm used to that.

Lesson learned.

But, ugh. I liked doing yoga. I contemplated giving it a go wearing a pair of sneakers to protect my toes from having to bend too much. But, no. Wearing my clunky Brooks while flowing through the moves seems somehow counter to the whole yoga thing, you know?

So that's that. No more yoga. At least for now. Until Mr. Magic Foot Doctor fixes me up with a mere tap of his Magic Foot Doctor Wand. Because it will be that simple and pain free. I'm sure of it.

Hope you're having a great a day!

~ Felice