Ok, Ok, Ok, Ok, I'm goin', I'm goin', I'm goin', I'm goin'!
Geez, just because I've been complaining and limping and limping and complaining, you'd think it was my duty to go to the doctor or something (can't be a good thing to do, aint nothing but sick people there!) And doctor's, no offense Candi, June, and Jack, can tend to be about full of themselves, as this documentary below clearly illustrates:
However, last night I was running with an FL Ultrarunner when the I kicked a root and the flawed left foot went all Roberto "Hands of Stone" Duran on me and said, "No Mas!" I had to limp back to the car. Well, the suggestion I posed to the medical community (see below) didn't fly, so now I'm going to a real doctor and trying for a real cure. I'll let you know how it goes.