Fun with Injuries: Plantar Fasciitis.
When I started running back at the beginning of the fall, a half mile was an accomplishment. I wrote about this before, and I also hit on this topic over at Animas, but I've always considered myself to be too awkward to do anything athletic that required any stamina. I could go for long walks or hikes, but challenging myself to actually run, and to keep running, was something I always shied away from. Lots of reasons, but the main one was a lack of confidence in my ability to not tip over and/or fall into a ditch.
However, I've made good strides (terrible pun) in the last few months, and up until last week, I could churn out 3 - 6 miles at a good clip, without feeling like I was slogging through a pool filled with Nutella. (Oh man, that sounds delicious. So long as no one pees in the pool.) For the last three months, I've been running almost every day, and feeling stronger and more capable (and less awkward) with each step forward. My blood sugars weren't perfect, but they were tolerant of this new exercise regimen, and I was proud that I didn't want to skip a workout; I actually looked forward to them.
But I do realize I've been overdoing it a bit. I feel goofy even saying that, since so many of my friends with diabetes are running half-marathons, marathons, Ironmans (Ironmen?), triathalons, Ragnars, etc, but for me, several miles a day might have been a touch too much. And this was proven to me two mornings ago, when I woke up and my foot was in a ton of touchy, achy pain that made it nearly impossible to walk without lumbering like Bob Malooga looga looga looga looga.
"I feel stupid even asking this, because I've never had any kind of sports injury in my life, but is there an injury you can get that makes this part of your heel really hurt?" I asked Chris, pointing to the pad of my heel.
"It could be plantar faciitis," he said. "A lot of runners get that."
After Googling the hell out of this new phrase, and then consulting with the physical therapy office that handled my De Quervain's, I decided to treat this injury at home for the time being. Which means stretches for my foot, a foot brace while I sleep, icing the area when I can, and taking a week off from the gym. Which also means this sense of having lost momentum. Which I found frustrating.
Because when did this happen? When did I become someone who wanted to work out, someone who wanted to go for that run? When did I become someone who called Chris, excited because I'd done five miles at a faster pace than the week before? When did I start not caring what I looked like but instead became someone who just wanted to try?
I'm hopeful that a week off will help heal what ails me. And that a careful return to running will put me back on the path to that feeling of "doing so well." Because running is the first thing I've done in a long time that's made me feel like I'm not the one being chased, not by medical worries or by stress or by obligations or by emotional upheaval.
It makes me feel like I am the one who chases.