Slowly coming back!

I had a good one hour excruciating painful massage last week where Peter stripped the fascia from my foot.  Fun!!  It felt like he was going to pull off my toes!  I don't swear much but there I was swearing as I was laughing through the pain.  At the end of it all though... I felt GREAT!

I continued to ice, heat, contrast bath, use a golf ball and Voltarin, and ran a good 10k today.

Sam and I soaking in a contrast bath up at the cottage.

Peter's diagnosis of my feet was that "they were tired".  So, they've had a nice month rest so now WAKE UP.  How could all the above NOT wake them up?

Still questioning if I can/should run the marathon or walk with my mom.

This is all so silly.....