Today I am sad. I am walking more like a little old lady than someone who is 51 days away from running a marathon. I have this thing called plantar fasciitis to thank for it.
Medically speaking, plantar fasciitis is irritation of the thick tissue on the bottom of the foot that connects the heel bone to the toes. Normally, you wouldn’t think twice about this band of tissue that creates your arch. Once it’s irritated, however, you can think of little else. It makes you walk more like a little old lady than a marathoner. It makes you wonder how the heck you’ll run, say, tomorrow’s 18 miler. Or the 20 miler scheduled for March 6th. Or the Marathon scheduled for, oh, 51 days from now (not that I’m counting or anything).
I’ve run 487.37 miles so far in training for the Boston Marathon. That translates to some 975,000 individual steps, each one an opportunity to fall flat on my face or pull a major muscle or break a bone or step in front of a student driver and put my RoadID into use. So in many ways it’s a minor miracle that injury-prone/accident-prone CJ has been relatively unscathed up until now.
Once I pick myself up by my bootstraps and accept that my plantar fascia’s inflammation is not going to miraculously disappear overnight (that was the plan last night…and the night before…obviously not working), I will head to a sporting goods store and buy a golf ball. I will dash this poor ball’s Pebble Beach dreams; instead of hitting the links it will spend its life massaging my achy arch. According to my coach I am to use it to “roll out” my foot several times a day, in between icing. I will also get this strange sock my massage therapist recommended I sleep in (!) and continue to do these exercises he gave me when I cautiously first verbalized this complaint on Tuesday. I will also try to not read any more articles that say it can take months and years to lose this pain.
May your plantar faciitis and the rest of your body be irritation-free 😦