Today, I had been thinking that I would go out for my first run in two weeks. I'd been following (fairly closely) the at-home regimen Dr. Dombroski had recommended for treating the p-fash which has been my close companion for over a month now. The heel was feeling great and as I was walking around today it felt perfectly normal. Dr. Dombroski had even suggested giving running a try as I now had my new orthotics. Evrything pointed to giving it a shot--- and then I chickened out.
The heel felt great, the new shoes felt wonderful, I wanted to run--but I still chickened out.
I'm not totally sure why I did this. More than anything, I think it might have been the fact that, because the heel was SO good, I didn't want to risk taking a backward step. I felt that the psychological impact of going from no pain back to pain might have been more than I was prepared to handle at the moment.
Part of the route. Looks flat. It ain't. |
Now for the Only Mildly Interesting stuff.
My plantar fasciitis killers. |
I couldn't for the life of me figure out what this hole was for and why only in the left shoe.
Above, plugged. Below, unplugged. |
Nike Sensor |
At this point, it's several hours since my strenuous little chickens**t walk and the heel is a little more tender than it was before. I'm not too worried about this, I'll find out in the morning if there's been a major setback at all. My new mantra has become time will tell and heal as well! Cheers!
Heel feels fine this morning!
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