Bear Creek Walk

Sorry to inflict photos of my foot on you, but I'm wondering if you can tell which toe I jammed into a rock while running a trail on Friday?

And you can probably understand why I got an x-ray today at MedExpress (a name worthy of The Simpsons, but a nice, fast place). There was no obvious fracture, although the images will go out to a radiologist in the next couple of days for a second opinion. I got a copy of the images and couldn't see a damned thing.

I should note that I was running in the MT110s at the time, and I'm pretty sure if I'd been in my Lone Peaks, I would not be talking about this. I really like the MT110, but the Lone Peaks have more toe room and better protection.

Since I didn't have to worry about babying a fracture, I went for a walk at Bear Creek on a day that was ridiculously beautiful -- if a bit chilly. Spring is starting to take effect, and new leaves and plants are sprouting up everywhere.

This duck couple was totally comfortable while I stood above them on a fallen tree over the creek, and photographed them. How sweet. I hope they have lots of healthy, fuzzy chicks together.

I kept trying to spot fish in the creek, and finally did: what appeared to be trout darting to the surface occasionally for a bite to eat.

I walked a bit over 2.8 miles, and had no significant pain from the injury.

Since I don't really want to run until the toe feels better, the question becomes what footwear I should put on next: ski boots or bike shoes?

Update - Ski boots ain't gonna work, because they press right on the top of my toe. Ow. That, and the fact that skiing would put upward and downward pressure on it.