I learned a new term this week: Plantar fasciitis
Plantar fasciitis is a painful inflammatory condition of the foot caused by excessive wear to the plantar fascia that supports the arches of the foot or by biomechanical faults that cause abnormal pronation. The pain usually is felt on the underside of the heel, and is often most intense with the first steps of the day.
- From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Why is Plantar Fasciitis the term of the week you ask? Cuz I’m fairly certain this is the pain I am experiencing. BLAH!
So last Thursday night I got out of work and remarked to Running Roomie that I felt like there was a cramp in my arch... didn’t think much on it and went to bed. Friday I got ready for work, threw on a pair of heels and started my day. (BIG MISTAKE) After work I headed over to the track to do sprints, as per the norm.... except my foot was KILLING me. I didn’t want to be a wuss so I just pushed myself through the sprint routine and called it a day. I kept off it that night and took it easy, iced it and didn’t do anything on Saturday. It was my rest day anyway and I wanted to be in tip top shape for Sunday’s run in Jacksonville. Running on the beach was intimidating enough, better yet running 10 miles on the beach, but running injured... not something I was hoping for, or expecting.
Sunday I popped some Aleve and made it through the Jacksonville 10 mile beach run fine enough. I mean it was sore and the beach did not make things easier but I was determined, come hell or high water, that I was doing that race. And I did. Finished in 1:31; 9+ minute miles, not to bad all things considering... I had a lot stacked up against me: hurt foot, first time running on the beach, first race over a 10k, etc. I was happy with the outcome and limped my ass home and to my bed.
I decided to take it easy on Monday, xtrained on my bike instead of running my usual 6 mile morning tempo run. Did 10 miles around town and called it a day. My foot was sore but none the worse for the wear. Tuesday I did my morning tempo run and was dying... but again, not wanting to be a wuss, I pushed myself through it. By Tuesday night I was in so much pain that I came home and went straight to bed. Didn’t run at all Wednesday morning and Triathlon Boy happens to call me... I tell him about my foot and he starts yelling at me... Why did I run that race with my foot hurting? Why didn’t I tell him about this sooner? Blah, blah, blah. Seems I wasn’t being a wuss at all... seems I could’ve seriously injured myself. Whoops.
So after Googling what he thought was the problem; Plantar Fasciitis, I realized he might be on to something. So I took Thursday off as well, iced and elevated and I’m still hurting. I did an easy 3 mile run this morning, it wasn’t too bad, hurt like hell when I first got going but then I was ok.... but ultimately, it’s still hurts.
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It’s no fun being on the injured list. It’s really no fun not being able to run. It’s absolutely no fun realizing that Gasparilla is approximately 15 days away and I’ve trained so hard and been so disciplined and here I am... on the injured list. TGIF.