Reading about the foot in Runner's World magazine at the doctor Tuesday.
It has been five weeks since my stress fracture was officially diagnosed. Five weeks of low-impact work outs. Of immobilizing shoes. And of pain and mishaps.
So why, when I went to my podiatrist last night and he told me that an X-Ray revealed that my stress fracture had healed, did I end up crying softly to myself in the bathroom after my appointment?
