Thanks everybody for your encouragement and your sympathy. I didn't cry like I thought I would. I like streaking, it keeps me focused, which I find difficult at times if the goal is months and months away.
I was back in action this morning for two laps on the bridge. My foot doesn't hurt that bad, but there's obviously something wierd going on in there.
Tomorrow (Friday) may be another missed day. My car's broke, and I'll probably be peddling my butt to work and back (12 miles each way, which seems like a lot for me) so I don't know if I'll get a run in too.
Listening to: Plant & Page - Gallows Pole (I brought a little silver. I brought a little gold. I brought a little everything, to keep you from the gallows pole.)