Oh, Plantar Fasciitis, how I loathe thee. You are the thorn in my shoe, the sting in my step. Because of you, I watch the leaves change from the couch instead of splashing through their bright color, breathless, like a child. I have befriended the ice pack and abandoned my stilettos. Have you no mercy?
With a little over a week until Heartland, I have been forced into tapering early. This is my first bout with PF and hopefully my last. It is a cruel joke, after successfully training for 10+ weeks and running some of the fastest miles of my life, that my left foot is hobbled. I pushed my body too far and now I’m paying the price. At least I am close enough to the race that I can’t gain much physically by running, I can only do harm. The psychological damage from being forced to sit still has yet to be determined.
3 comments:
Take it easy, and soon enough you will be flying through the finish at Heartland. I think I am supposed to make some barefoot running solves world hunger comment here, but I'll save it since you are a far better runner than I. Today I (once again) couldn't quite complete a marathon distance.
In any event, just remember that running is a joy greater than one errant race.
Take it easy and hell fast!!!
Josh, I was expecting a dissertation on how barefoot running would cure all of my ailments, including memory loss and poison ivy. :)
For once I am taking it easy and listening to what my "doctor" says.
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