A terrible paint job using worthless, sticky, child polish.
1. Miles run Monday morning: 5.5
2. Time: 5:10 a.m.
3. Days since I had worn GPS watch: 39 (I missed you, dear watch!)
4. Seconds per minute my time was off: 30
5. Hours I had to go back to bed later in the morning: 1
6. Miles run during soccer game Monday evening: 3.69
7. Days I had to take off due to sore foot: 2
8. Toenails I finally lost this morning due to running: 2
Sometimes I wonder if getting up so early is actually productive. If I can’t be asleep by 10 the night before, then I’m pretty much wasted after a 4:45 a.m. wake-up call. Last night it was so miserably humid hot that all of us tossed and turned for hours. Also contributing were four teenage giggling girls. G says to get used to it…these are the days of our future lives. And yes, we want our children to want to be here with their friends. They’re very nice friends. We couldn’t ask for better friends!
The point of this post though, is not giggling, it is an injured foot on the mend. I am thrilled to be running again. I so rarely get injured that it’s shocking when I do. I told Gregor, “I never felt invincible as a teenager, but the last decade of running I really felt like it would never be me that got hurt.” He looked at me and said, “So you felt invincible.”
I was beginning to feel mighty LOW without my running fix. Especially as summer is the time to ramp it up, to travel to races, to sweat and feel so high, to think about the upcoming marathon season. My running buddy is gearing up for two marathons. And I’m plodding along.
But. I’m pretty sure I had plantar fasciitis. It is almost gone.
Diagnosis: Pain in heel and up the middle of the foot through that giant plantar tendon. There was also extreme swelling, which is unusual.
The more I talk to runners though, the more I realize that most runners experience plantar fasciitis at some point.
My cure took this course:
But what really helped:
Cortisone shot. Instantly.
Going to Arizona and walking barefoot on hot pavement. It naturally stretched out the bottom of my foot with heat.
Ditching the cute but crappy shoes. Flip flops? Sorry. No. Bad.
Stretching out my calves. I always considered myself a superior calf stretcher, but when I hung down and touched my toes, shooting pain came up my leg. After a few days of torturous stretching, the pain went away.
Sitting down and pulling the toes toward me. Companies actually have braces and special socks to wear at night to pull toes forward.
Gorging on blueberries. Apparently they have an anti-inflammation effect.
Runner’s World. They have GREAT articles on about every injury. They were also MUCH more informative than the blasé doctor who only shot me up with cortisone, and said to come back in three weeks. I cancelled the appointment.
Runner’s World also recommends minimalist shoes. Minimalist shoes mimic barefoot running with more protection than barefoot running. I know it’s the latest craze, there always needs to be one, but I’m wondering if there’s some sense to it. I’m currently running in Brooks, a great running shoe, but not minimalist. I’m eyeing the Altras. I’m becoming a bigger fan of having a few pair of shoes and rotating them. I used to stick with one, but if your feet can adjust to different models, there is less overuse injuries to one part of the foot.
“You chose that color because…” was the most asked question after I proudly came home after my first-ever pedicure. Now, the polish is gone and so are the two toenails next to the big toes. Yes, I am one lovely site. I think I need a monthly pedicure. And massage. And a housekeeper…
Have you ever had plantar fasciitis or an injury that plagued you? Crossing fingers (and stretching and icing) that mending will continue.