So, that's that.
A visit to the physiotherapist left me pretty pleased. In fact, I'm doing somersaults. I don't have plantar fasciitis. The problem is an overstrained tendon. I will run again. Predictably, the prescription was Voltaren, ice, massage, stretching, strength exercises. Oh, and orthopaedic inserts. And she was doing so well, up until she mentioned those.
Don't get me wrong. Anything that will help my foot get better soon is great. It's just that I'd rather build up my strength and not need things like that. I'm a barefoot enthusiast in the making.
I asked carefully when she thought I could go running again, and she dodged the question by saying "Swimming is a great form of exercise", and then "Talk to the orthopaedic specialists that sell those inserts, and they'll let you know". In other words, if I don't buy those inserts, I can forget about running for a long time. We booked another appointment for two weeks from now, to see how my foot is doing.
It comes as a surprise to no one that I dropped out of the marathon. I had about a snowball's chance in hell of running it. My mind is already spinning in all directions trying to find new goals to set my sights on. There's Gothenburg Marathon / Halfmarathon in October, for instance. No need to apply 9 months in advance for that one. Depending on my form, I could show up on the same day and run it if I wanted to. Then I have the running seminar to attend in March, that will hopefully improve my technique. And then I have some very vague, very long term plans about a sport that includes running, swimming and cycling. And saying "ahoy" a lot. All on the same day. And I do plan on running long distances again, once my foot lets me.
Speaking of swimming, my first Wednesday at the pool went really well. I had to find the car in the parking lot and dig it out of all the snow that had fallen over night, and finally made it to the pool at just after 6.30. The pool was reasonably quiet, half-dark, warm. I swam one kilometre in just under 50 minutes. I beat almost all the pensioners who were there. I'm on fire.
Now, what to do about the title of this blog. Any suggestions?
A visit to the physiotherapist left me pretty pleased. In fact, I'm doing somersaults. I don't have plantar fasciitis. The problem is an overstrained tendon. I will run again. Predictably, the prescription was Voltaren, ice, massage, stretching, strength exercises. Oh, and orthopaedic inserts. And she was doing so well, up until she mentioned those.
Don't get me wrong. Anything that will help my foot get better soon is great. It's just that I'd rather build up my strength and not need things like that. I'm a barefoot enthusiast in the making.
I asked carefully when she thought I could go running again, and she dodged the question by saying "Swimming is a great form of exercise", and then "Talk to the orthopaedic specialists that sell those inserts, and they'll let you know". In other words, if I don't buy those inserts, I can forget about running for a long time. We booked another appointment for two weeks from now, to see how my foot is doing.
It comes as a surprise to no one that I dropped out of the marathon. I had about a snowball's chance in hell of running it. My mind is already spinning in all directions trying to find new goals to set my sights on. There's Gothenburg Marathon / Halfmarathon in October, for instance. No need to apply 9 months in advance for that one. Depending on my form, I could show up on the same day and run it if I wanted to. Then I have the running seminar to attend in March, that will hopefully improve my technique. And then I have some very vague, very long term plans about a sport that includes running, swimming and cycling. And saying "ahoy" a lot. All on the same day. And I do plan on running long distances again, once my foot lets me.
Speaking of swimming, my first Wednesday at the pool went really well. I had to find the car in the parking lot and dig it out of all the snow that had fallen over night, and finally made it to the pool at just after 6.30. The pool was reasonably quiet, half-dark, warm. I swam one kilometre in just under 50 minutes. I beat almost all the pensioners who were there. I'm on fire.
Now, what to do about the title of this blog. Any suggestions?
No comments:
Post a Comment