Monday, March 11, 2013

Burning it to the Ground

So yeah, all those large expectations and goals I had placed on myself...

In my head, the ongoing battle I've been having with a moderate case of plantar fasciitis would have been resolved by now.  It comes with the high-arch having territory that I occupy that I'm going to be prone to a PF bout at some point.  Little did I know or could I have imagined that nearly 5 months after I ran the Des Moines Marathon that I would still be battling it to the point that I have spent more than three months not running at all in an effort to heal this injury up.  You know how good not running is for your running program?  It's terrible.

Basically, 2013 is going to be a wasted year, and I've accepted that.  No Boston Qualifier.  No PRs.  Nothing.  Hardly any races.  Most likely no marathon.  I'm skipping a 10-K this weekend because I can't put together 10 minutes on a treadmill without getting winded, let alone 10 Kilometers on concrete and asphalt.  The whole situation has gone from frustrating, to upsetting, to absurd, to comical, and every other direction in which it can be taken.  As recently as the third weekend of January I was cranking out 6 miles on the treadmill, sore sole and all, and felt like even though it was uncomfortable, I was going to get through it and gut it out because eventually it would just get better.  But the amount of stretching, icing, resting, icing, stretching, etc. did not matter at all.  It never got better.  It never got worse, but at the same time I could tell that subtle changes in the way I approached a run were affecting other areas of my legs, like my knees or my hips.  Finally, once February started I just decided to shut it down for good and work to try to find any remedy I could.  Extra stretching sessions, walking slowly on high inclines to stretch the calf, more chiropractic sessions to loosen up problematic muscles, compression sleeves designed for the soles, and more have led me to right now, where I'm starting completely over.  For real this time.

I've only got one goal in mind and that is to run and finish Hospital Hill.  The 12 week program starts today, and I don't care if my foot tears in half, I'm going to finish this program and run that race.  Maybe it is only because of their 40th anniversary medal, or maybe it is stupidity, but I still have it in my mind that I can finish and have a good race on June 1st.  I'm down to what I consider to be a final hope for a permanent solution.  I've invested in a device known to aid PF called the Strassburg Sock.  It is basically like a soft splint that you wear while you sleep in an effort to keep you sole in a constant state of flex, that way the foot won't try to repair itself in a non-stretched position.  The theory behind this is that the foot can heal in a stretched position, and it won't go through the motions of being torn (for lack of a better word) each morning when the first painful steps are taken.  I'm giving this sock a shot, and if that doesn't work, the possibility of a cortisone shot exists.  Why go to that length?  Well, the part that drives me the most nuts is that while my foot is sore constantly, I know that it isn't going to get worse.  My tendon isn't going to snap by running on it, and if I can find a way to mask it while running, I think I'll be in good shape.  I don't know.  Maybe I'm making too much out of this.  As it stands, I'm simply hoping that this thing heals, and if not, I'm just going to have to toughen up, I suppose.  Thanks for reading.  And as always...until next time...Later.

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