I didn’t go to the doctor yesterday. Why? I pretty much chickened out. I am a baby. I hate the doctor. I convinced myself that my foot was feeling better, and maybe it did just need some rest after all. I can be so
optimistic delusional. I will be heading down there tomorrow. This laying around business is getting out of control.
I may have run a marathon, but my goal isn’t achieved… I still have 300 miles to go!