My Foot: An interior look
Last summer on my European ride, I tripped and fell in a crypt at Mont St. Michel. I hobbled for days. It hurt like hell to get my foot out of my cleat, but as far as the up and down of cycling, it was fine. Later that summer, while attempting to jump a small curb on my over-loaded bike, I collapsed, again on the left foot. And then I twisted it one more time in Slovakia. Everyone I knew said this: “Go see a doctor!”
It is still a bit tender. I’ve heard fractures in your feet take a long time to heal so I assumed there was not much to do. I am right. There is not much to do. Yesterday, the doc couldn’t see much except me grimace when squeezing my foot. He mentioned immobilizing me. I laughed. The cure: no more stumbling in crypts, a bit of stretching, and more time.
