I have been as mad as a hornet (always loved this expression) for a fews days now.  My foot, the one that broke just over a year ago, has decided to act up out of virtually nowhere.  I am running considerably less than the fall, albeit still running, and do not consider my days remotely arduous, yet still -- constant pain.  

This may all seem very trivial, even unimportant, but I absolutely love being active.  It boasts my mood, not to mention gives me valuable time to exercise and think.  I constantly thank God for exercise, but with a lame foot, especially after round two, I'm feeling discouraged.  

I don't want to visit the doctor because I know it isn't broken (believe me, that would be very obvious).  But at the same time, something is not right.  I'm kind of at the point, where I'm like: heal or break, preferably NOT the latter.

Oh, there are far worse things, I know.  Besides, no one likes being around a Hornet.