12 longs days ago, I broke my toe. It is my "ring" toe on my left foot. It was a tragic accident. So violent and heart wrenching. That's a lie. I stubbed me toe on my dog's bone. It was one of those huge pig femurs. It's a dinosaur bone! It didn't move, and my toe cracked.
This is now my 3rd broken toe over 10 years. Not too bad of a track record for how clumsy I am. Anyway, Greg convinced me to go to the doctor.  He wanted to make sure I didn't injure myself further by training for our half marathon.  So I went and she was wonderful.  She said I could run in 7 -10 days, with no problems.
So, it's day 12.  I've been in St Croix, USVI for 4 days now and I feel like a slug.  I feel bloated.  I've eaten too much.  My diet isn't going so well.  I needed to do something.
I hit the trail at the Buccaneer Resort.  It's really a golf cart path, but it works.  It's a hilly course with an amazing view of the Atlantic Ocean.  What a beautiful site.
My toe did OK, except for the up hills.  It helped me practice my flat footed technique for running.  Running flat footed did help.  However, after a 30 minute, slow, run I was finished.  Now, I'm off to fly into Hurricane Bill.  What a great way to start a night flight!  I'm stoked!
 
 
