Among the last things I threw into the car during the wildfires were my current running shoes. When it was time to return to the gym and then finally start running outside this week, I was too lazy or busy or without the car to retrieve them. Instead, I rummaged around the closet for the last pair whose soles looked in good condition.
And guess what? No more achilles pain. Since switching shoes, it's gone.
Coincidence? Perhaps. I mean, I have been in rehab for almost two months now. But when I finally pulled the newer pair from the car, I examined the wear and one was worse than the other. I'm now hypothesizing that one shoe may be just a tad defective -- a flaw no human eye could detect. Just my body after running with it for all of July and August.
Every theory needs to be tested. So, I'm going to do a few short runs in the suspect shoes and see how it feels. I'm hoping some of the test runs occur over the next few days in Boston. I'll report my findings -- and much more, I'm sure -- upon our return next week.