SO. One of my lofty goals for this year was to run around Silverlake Reservoir. For some people, not such a big deal. It's about 2.2 miles. I have a friend from middle school, Michelle, who has two kids and when she had just her first daughter ran a leg of a relay marathon the morning before meeting the rest of us for brunch and then attending another friend of ours' wedding. So she walks on water pretty much. Seriously.
I don't. And I certainly don't run on water. Or at all, lately. My gym delight has been assuaged by yoga, cardio on elliptical machines, light weights, swimming, and jumping on my delightful rebounder.
I need to get back into running. I want to do this goal justice and I want to do it especially before LA becomes a den of heat every day.
However, I have been slighted in my quest. Big time.
For anyone who is not familiar with plantar fasciitis, it is a bitch. I am sorry to the faint of heart, but there is really no other way to put it. I can't say how or why this happened, but in the past few weeks, when I bent over in a hanging-forward-from-the-waist type yoga position to pick something up or to stretch it started to feel like someone was driving a tack into the heel of my left foot.
Ow.
So I stretched and then, when I was in PA this past weekend, I mentioned it to my mom.
"Damn. You've got plantar fasciitis," she said.
"What the hell is that?" I asked.
"It's when the tendon is screwed up. That's why I do a bunch of kicks with my legs in the morning before I get out of bed."
The visual on this activity is every bit as good as you think it is- I was sharing a hotel room with her this past weekend, remember. However it became less amusing when I thought I would soon become the bicycle lady before waking up. I already have a bite guard and sometimes sleep with a wrist brace for carpal tunnel. Dating prospects were getting small enough already without adding leg kicks. Ugh.
But, I discovered another option for the problem: the fact that my running shoes were FIVE years old. That's right. Don't scream. Tara, I know you are screaming. It's ok. I went out the next day after getting back to LA from PA and bought new sneakers. I wore them to the gym and had a grand old time remembering what it was like to have cushion in my shoes.
However, the heel persists. I am wearing clogs in the house and stretch my feet on foot wakers in the morning, which does feel amazing. But I'm not sure I should up and run 2.2 miles with a bum heel.
Has anyone dealt with this? Survived it and lived to run again? Please do share. I've got a challenge to complete here. We're six months in- almost into seven. I can't give up now.
I may have to run in the evening when it's cool, but I will make this happen.
Just need a little help with strategy at the moment.
Help! Please share ideas in the comments below. Plus- let me know what you think of my new snazzy shoes in the picture. I do love them.
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