Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Though I may think I am sometimes, the truth of the matter is that I am not a superhero. I am tough. I am determined. I am stubborn as fuck. But I do not possess superhuman abilities. So, when I get hurt, I have to deal with it.
The plantar fasciitis in my foot didn't get better. It didn't get worse, but it didn't get better. So, I didn't run for 2 1/2 weeks. I started physical therapy and have been doing all the little runner tricks for healing from PF. There has been an improvement. I was able to go for 5 short runs last week, all at a decent pace and with minimal discomfort. I'm still not 100% and I'm doing my best to be honest with myself about how much I can do. But with 74 days until the marathon, I can't say I'm not freaking out a little.
I am not a superhero. But I do have mad ninja skills in the neurotic arts.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
I have not run in a week. And, following doctor's orders, I will not run for one more week. I have a mild case of plantar fasciitis, aggravated by my celebratory 30k. So be it. I'm not happy about it. But it is what it is, and I'll deal with it the best I can. I've started some aggressive physical therapy and in the meantime, I'll bike and stretch and do my strengthening exercises.
Normally, I'm a very positive and optimistic person, but when my apple cart has been upset, and things deviate from my plans I have a hard time seeing the glass as half-full. It's half-empty. And chipped. And I cut my lip on it. And then I dropped it. And cut my hand trying to clean it up. Now, I'm wet and bleeding and I have no water.
Having said that, I know, of course that this IS just a bump. A temporary set-back, and it's better to deal with this now than two months down the road. The logical part of my brain knows all this. It just seems to function better when I'm actually able to run.
But oh well. It is what it is. Suck it up, Paige! Rocky didn't cry (except when he won!).