I don't make a practice of it.
What killed me was a combination of my new, 120-mile daily commute and a 7-mile backup on the turnpike due to a pileup.
Gas-brake-gas-brake-gas-brake. The stop and go driving just killed my foot.
It's on the mend now. I make sure to do my little stretching exercises before I even get out of bed in the morning.
Craig