I'm home at this late hour after a decent day at work -- I was busy on one company press release assignment and I was given an extra 20 hours on a subtle and even complex project for the client involving smart grid issues for five states -- and a gym visit. Alas, the gym visit was crappy, unlike my Saturday one, which was quite good.
Not only was my weightlifting period truncated and all around just sucked, but I realized I can't workout at all with Milan, even though I quite like him. I have to do things at my own pace and in my own way.
The worst part, though, is an issue with both of my feet because of all the jogging that I do on the treadmill and often at variable inclines on the course runs. Not only do I have that
fascist planter plantar fasciitis condition, at least in my right heel, but I have another problem that I've not wanted to discuss on this blog, but now I will briefly do so.
The brief version is this: I am quite certain that I have now developed runner's (or jogger's) toe, also known as subungual hematoma (you can look up the Wikipedia article yourself). I've now lost no fewer than two toe nails on each foot, especially the middle ones since (per the linked article) I apparently have a slightly more Greek than an Egyptian foot shape. Indeed, yesterday, two came off outright -- both had been quite nasty black and finally just came off (no, it wasn't painful or messy; if anything, it looked much better afterward). Another one appears on its way off.
The irony in this is that I didn't like how most of them looked (they were getting old man excessively thick and ugly). Now I have virtually none. I suppose they will grow back.
There is also the issue of possibly blisters and a minor cut on one toe that is painful.
I've put all kinds of Tinactin and ointment and even a Band-Aid. However, I might have to stop jogging for a while, which would suck. Recall I do 6.5 to 6.7 miles over 60 minutes plus 5 minute cool down thrice weekly -- usually Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays -- and it is this jog over the past nearly 3 years that has helped me lose and keep off 40 pounds. (The jog started out at 30 minutes and gradually increased to its current duration.)
I probably should start the process of seeing a podiatrist, which means a visit to my general practitioner. At the very least, I need to shell out some money on a decent pair of sneakers, not the frickin' Champion ones I bought at the Columbia Heights Payless about a month or so ago. That's when these problems really started.
I'm an idiot.
Ironically, my blood pressure (as measured with that little home device) has been almost normal -- rather than elevated -- the past two days, averaging 130-ish over 82-ish with a pulse rate of about 70.
OK, I'm going to try to post another entry.