I have been whining about my feet incessantly for the last month. Occasionally, I would sit by the trail, staring at my bare foot practically begging it to tell me what is wrong. Once, I even ran back from Land's End at Clinton Lake with my shoe insoles in my hand. I have bought shoes, changed socks, taken a week off, and contemplated burying myself in shallow unmarked grave next to the bridle trail at WyCo. All that has changed. I now have a name for the malady that has plagued my runs ever since Psycho Wyco.
Sounds horrible doesn't it? Not really. It just means that I've irritated the tiny bones in the ball of my foot that give you a little extra leverage when you push off your big toe. It's a form of tendinitis and it frequently occurs when you increase an activity like running. Especially on hills. A pretty accurate description of a guy who recently gave up the couch for the trail. It's not too much, just too much, too soon.
The good news is that I'm already getting better. A little time off. A little less mileage. Some shoe adjustments. And I'm back on the trail.
A more thorough description of the condition at: www.foot.com