As winter winds down (or at least pretends to), March plans are taking shape. At the end of March, I’ll be heading to Austin to visit my friends Pete and Dolores, while Kerry is making her way to Florida to see Archana and Tim. We’ll both be chasing a little warmth—though at this rate, we might not need to go far.
In the meantime, I’m still dealing with this never-ending bout of plantar fasciitis. I stopped walking in January, hoping rest would help, but the pain keeps hanging around. My doctor tells me it could take up to seven months to fully heal. Seven months. Egads. While I wait for my foot to get its act together, I’ve started going to the gym—because if I can’t walk outside, I might as well try to raise that heart rate in other ways than walking.
Things are warming up sooner than expected, but I’m not fooled. We’ll probably get one last storm just to remind us who’s really in charge. Until then, I’ll be resting my foot, counting down to my trip, and keeping an eye on the forecast.
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