I've no idea when and how I sprained my big toe. So last night I went to my usual Chinese masseur, F, and got it treated. I meant, tortured. Today I showed up in office in work clothes and my favourite orange Rockport sneakers. It was a fashion non-statement disaster.
I'm upset that I've been banned from running for a couple of days. Last night F texted me after he closed shop, to remind me again not to run. I've been entertaining a friend visiting from abroad for the past few days, and the amount of food intake is not squaring with my running ban.
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