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Is the heel pain the start of a stress fracture or just a funny little out-of-whack soft and hard tissue issue that will be resolved by six miles of running? We'll see.
This morning we've secretly replaced the coffee that is usually served at Scribal Terror with freeze dried Weasel Vomit crystals. Let's see what happens.
Ana, I had a heel pain that turned out to be planters facia. I think I spelled that right? Anyhoo, I "cured" it by wearing a pair of Dansko shoes from the second I woke up until I went to bed.
Is the heel pain the start of a stress fracture or just a funny little out-of-whack soft and hard tissue issue that will be resolved by six miles of running? We'll see.
Posted by: Ana | September 30, 2005 at 05:56 AM
ouch
Posted by: gail | September 30, 2005 at 06:57 AM
This morning we've secretly replaced the coffee that is usually served at Scribal Terror with freeze dried Weasel Vomit crystals. Let's see what happens.
How do you like the coffee?
Posted by: Ana | September 30, 2005 at 06:58 AM
Mmmmmm. Chocolatey. With just a hint of bile.
Posted by: gail | September 30, 2005 at 07:25 AM
Ana, I had a heel pain that turned out to be planters facia. I think I spelled that right? Anyhoo, I "cured" it by wearing a pair of Dansko shoes from the second I woke up until I went to bed.
Posted by: Carin | September 30, 2005 at 07:51 AM
Morning, friends.
Uh, I'll stick with the French Roast, Ana, being as it's brewed already and everything...
Posted by: Scott P | September 30, 2005 at 09:02 AM
Hey, I'LL try some of the weasel brew!
Posted by: Julie | September 30, 2005 at 09:37 AM
Just so long as it's strong and hot,eh?
Posted by: gail | September 30, 2005 at 09:38 AM
Yep. Just like I like my men.
Posted by: Julie | September 30, 2005 at 09:41 AM
I, on the other hand, will take my coffee like I like my women. Covered in weasel vomit.
Posted by: dorkafork | September 30, 2005 at 10:01 AM