Insoles

I’m visiting my hometown of Indianapolis at the moment. This is limiting my overall workouts, but extremely helpful for my personal recalibration and inspiration.

Plus, it’s nice on my bank account because my mommy and daddy buy me everything. Because I am an adult. And I depend on them to buy me stuff.

Anyhoo, my mommy bought me insoles for my foot. They’re specifically targeted for people suffering from plantar fasciitis. They give a little extra cushioning between your heel and the ground. Which I guess lets the inflamed tendons heal a little bit.

I put them in my running shoes. I haven’t had time to use my running shoes yet. And when I do use them, it will not be for running (just yet) because we have to work back up to that. But I’m excited I’ll have at least something that will hopefully help.

Plus, my parents have a little elliptical machine in the extra bedroom. I was able to elliptical the other day for about 40 minutes without pain. So maybe I’ll give the new insoles  a little spin on the elliptical machine.

That is assuming, of course, my brother isn’t home. If he is, I will probably drink beer and catch up on Breaking Bad instead of working out. I’m still technically on “vacation,” after all.

I Gave Up…

….But I like to think of it as “liberated myself.”

I won’t be able to run the America’s Finest City Half Marathon race on August 18. I already bought the ticket. I was already visualizing myself at the finish line getting my extra medal for completing all three races I’d been training for all year. Even officially typing these words is making me sad again. I thought I’d come to terms with it, but I guess I hadn’t fully accepted it yet.

Point is, there are a lot of factors that have dramatically changed up my life making that race much more difficult than it’s worth.

Without getting into the nitty gritty details, the biggest factor is the fact that I don’t quite trust my foot to not give out. It’s a few months away from total recovery- I’m afraid- and I don’t want to lose the headway I’ve made so far by annihilating it during this race.

I have a number of financial and personal commitments that have completely changed since I originally signed up several months ago. Instead of being able to have the weekend to myself to relax and enjoy the race, I’ll be spending the 17th and 18th working all day. Which is just fine, because I’ve got to get in some extra hours before I head home to Indianapolis on the 20th for the first time in almost 2 years.

It was going to be a stretch to be able to do this race as it is. I knew that. I was willing to do it. But now that I will not be running it, I’m trying to see the positives. I can save my foot. I can maybe resell the entry to recover some costs. Instead of getting an extra medal at the end of the finish line for completing the Triple Crown, I get to spend every day now in a brand new shiny pretty car. And in order to be able to afford that car, I need to spend the 17th and 18th working.

Everything happens for a reason. Even plantar fasciitis. I need to remind myself of that.

Sometimes, when we plan months in advance, we can’t follow through. Things change. Situations change. Bodies change. Relationships change. People change.

And that’s ok.

I won’t run the America’s Finest City Half Marathon. I am sad about it. I am disappointed. But I’m embracing the fact that all this change around me means there are great things around the corner.

You can’t plant a garden without tilling the soil. Right now, the universe swooped in and decided to till my soil. Maybe the timing is inconvenient, but hey- I’ve been asking for a garden for years so…HERE WE GO.

I’m “liberating myself” from a lot of previous structures I had in place. One of those structures included being able to run this race. Now that I won’t be running it, I can open up the space for new, exciting, inspiring energies.

Plus, I’ll have to just lift extra hard to make up for all the calories I can’t run off anymore. Watch out weight room fellas. It’s about to smell like Bath and Body Works all up in there.

I will run this race…I think

As I’ve mentioned before on this blog, I’m attempting to run a race August 18. My third in the “Triple Crown” series in Southern California. When I finish, I get an extra medal for doing all three races. That’s three races, four medals. That’s awesome.

Assuming, of course, I can run the race.

This nasty plantar fasciitis has set me back in my training big time. I haven’t run in a month. I can’t. I’ll run a mile and my foot will start giving out. It’s obnoxious and annoying.

And with this particular injury, you just have to stretch and massage and wait for it to get better. It’s broken and needs to heal. And as long as you push it, it won’t heal.

And it’s driving me nuts.

I’m now less than a month away from this race and I am completely out of cardio shape because cardio requires functioning feet.

I’ve tried other options like biking, which I grossly dislike (see my previous blog post). I can’t handle being on the bike for that long. Plus, it makes my butt and hip flexors feel weird. I don’t like it.

I’ve tried elliptical but my foot flares up a little and it doesn’t seem worth it to cause damage to the part I’m trying to heal just to get a mediocre cardio workout in. Plus, I look like a doofus on that thing.

Sure, I could swim. Theoretically. But you try finding a lane open in a pool near a retirement community. Good luck.

I’ve got a d-day set in my mind. August 1. I’m going to go out for a run on August 1. That’s Thursday.

When I do, I’m gonna try and see if I can get 3 miles in. If I can…I’m gonna attempt to run this race after all.

If I can’t… well, I’ll deal with that when we get there.

D-day comes upon us quickly. Wish me luck.

If you havin’ FOOT problems, I feel bad for you son…

…I got 99 problems and my foot IS one!

Alert! Alert! Alert! You guyyyyys!

On Monday, I went for the first long run I’ve done in a very long time. It’s been almost two months since my last long run for the La Jolla Half Marathon in April. I was supposed to run 90 minutes. I ran 72. I felt okay, but was really pushing it physically so I gave myself a break for the last little bit. I’m not proud of that, but it happened.

I was proud of the fact that I could plow out a 72 minute run at a pretty decent pace without ANY training for two months. There may be hope for this upcoming race in August.

But here’s what happened!

My foot… started giving out! My FOOT, you guys! Not a hamstring (which happens when I don’t stretch), not my knee (which has happened before from over-exertion without enough training), not my sides (which can get nasty stitches if I don’t eat the proper pre-run nutrition), not my stomach (which doesn’t take well to long-runs in general)…my FOOT!

My right foot starting hurting. Like major. Right in the arch area. Which is scary for me because I have feet like my mothers and she has arch problems. She’s warned me for years to take care of my feet and arches because they’ve caused her some serious pain and suffering throughout the years.

I’m worried that my shoes aren’t doing much for support since they’ve seen a lot of miles at this point. I very likely need to get new running shoes, but they can be EXPENSIVE and I’ve gotta watch my cash right now… so it just ain’t gonna happen.

My foot hurt a little the rest of the day and was really sore the next morning but I thought it would be no big deal. I’d recover, retrain my feet to take the beating that is a long run, and then be on my merry way back to racing.

But today, I went to the gym to do intervals, and my foot starting hurting AGAIN. Four days later. The same type of pain. I could only get about 1.5 miles in on the treadmill before I called uncle.

I don’t know much about injuries, but I do know that it’s really dumb to try and run through some pains. Side stitches- toughen up. Knee/joint/feet….rest it out. After I gave up the run, I went and did a minor amount of lifting and some ab work. I was going to lift legs since that’s a pretty decent replacement for a small run if you can’t run- but my foot was really angry at me.

I have tennis balls, which I hear are good to rub on the bottoms of your feet for plantar fasciitis, which this might be the start of.

I don’t know what it is. But I know to go with my gut on what to do with this thing, and the best idea is to let it rest. Don’t push it. Take it easy on the training runs this week to make it better, then see how it feels during next week’s long run.

I’ll let you know how it goes. And in the meantime, I guess I have to continue doing that new thing I discovered I absolutely love… lifting.