Such a fine line between what I can and can’t do

For the last several months, I’ve been taking an aqua kickboxing class on Mondays.  I was initially surprised that I was able to complete the entire class.  After twelve years of not being able to exercise, I’ve been back to the YMCA for less than a year.  I expected to have to go slower than the class, but oddly enough I’ve been able to keep up without feeling fatigued, sore or out of breath.  Even though it’s in the pool, I still have to wear water shoes with added insoles to moderate the pain in my right foot.  It’s been wonderful.

I typically rest my foot on Tuesday.  Then I take the T sans scooter to Panera in Porter Square on Wednesdays for gaming.  I’ve been doing this without issue for several months.

Yesterday (Tuesday) I decided to go for a very short walk.  I researched distances and chose to walk to Cumberland St., .2 miles from my apartment and half way to the Prudential Center.  I figured I’d get there and want to keep going, but I knew I had to progress slowly.  It seems not much farther than I walk on Wednesdays.  I was SO wrong!  I should have turned around as soon as my foot pain increased, but I’m so accustomed to ignoring the pain that I went the distance.  On the way back, I reached the dreaded “inflamed” stage on the ball of my right foot.  I can tell when I overdo it because it initially feels like I have a blister (but I don’t), then the pain grows and grows.  I was limping most of the way back.  I had to stop a couple of times because the pain was so bad.

It’s the next morning.  I’m still limping around the apartment, as the ball of my right foot is definitely inflamed.  It could be up to a week before I’m back to the level of foot pain I normally tolerate.  I HATE THIS!  I’m probably going to have to take my scooter to Panera tonight.

UPDATE:  My foot still hurts a lot, but I’m taking the T.  It’s really a borderline call.  I hope I don’t regret that decision.