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escaped the gallows/ hanging out in Amsterdam

As I came up with this sweet title, I was tuned into OETA and caught the preview for Okie Noodling II, needless to say I will eagerly sitting in front of the telly tonight. The best quote I heard came courtesy of a ragged, threadbare sage who says: "Noodlin- it's like golf, ya just never can git the hang of it." Ah yes, like life itself I suppose, hand fishing certainly never ceases to challenge our psyche and bewilder our anticipatory powers.

Alright, next point of business, I've fucked up my foot to some degree. What exactly I have done alludes me, but I'm pretty positive it's a stress fracture. While I'm no MD and I do get my intelligence on human anatomy regularly challenged by customers at the store, I have researched extensively and have come upon no other explanation remotely close to plausible for my ailment. I have alot of trouble walking as midway along my 2nd metatarsal is sore to the touch and lightly swollen. I had a dull ache for about a week and a half that got slightly more tender last Friday. Then, when I laced up the flats for an 8k on Saturday I was reduced to a walk quite rapidly beyond the mile mark. I had to walk the rest of the way in and by the time I got back to the car, I was in alot of pain. I haven't walked normally since (insert snide comment here). I will keep my progress posted but evidently these things can resolve themselves fairly quickly. It doesn't even matter if it is a stress fracture becuase as mentioned, it's not a scenario that I can train on at this point. Of more interest to me is how I can prevent this from happening. I've been training pretty hard but I sort of suspect maybe something else is also part of the equation so, when I get back to it, I may have to reduce the density of the training a little and get more consistent sleep, but diet may have to be considered. It's funny because I was feeling much more capable as of late compared to a month ago doing the workouts, but I've had some kind of poor results as of late despite doing some of my best quality work ever. I'm frustrated but more in disbelief.

My rudimentary philosophical know how centers alongside Locke's tabula rasa theory, maintaining "people are born without innate ideas, and that knowledge is instead determined only by experience derived by sense perception." I will question my own approach and recount the drama. We are "shaped by experience; sensations and reflections being the two sources of all our ideas" and (back to noodling parallels) "after this noodling is a thrill-seeker's sport and if you can't stand a little pain you're in the wrong business." -Skeeter Bivins, multi-time OKie Noodling Champion

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