Lately I’ve been pitying myself (again) over my ongoing foot problems. Plantar fasciitis and Achilles tendonitis always hovering in the background – just waiting for me to turn my head long enough for them to pounce on my right foot; some type of stabbing, nail-like metatarsalgia pain experimenting with my left foot.
“I just keep wanting so much to train for a marathon again,” I said to Mike last night. “But maybe I just need to . . . get over it.”
“We just need to find something else for you,” Mike comforted.
I was skeptical. Last time we had this conversation he suggested motocross.
“I don’t know,” I shrugged. “I’m not really excited about biking. I mean, I wouldn’t mind it. It just doesn’t excite me.”
“I’ve got it!” Mike said. “Hot yoga.”
“I’m not really . . .”
“No. I mean like REALLY hot. Like people would be passing out.”
I laughed, sighed, and shook my head sadly, but Mike wasn’t done helping.
“Sudoku?” he tried. “You could do super hard ones.”
He maybe had something with that last one. I wonder how many calories an intense hour of Sudoku would burn anyway . . . especially if they were “super hard ones”.