Overcometober

[Mid Life Crisis Marathon Man]

Rallying cry.

If it is actually possible to drift a 42-seater bus sideways around corners on busy suburban roads, I feel sure that our driver tonight for my ride into work would be more than capable. He is testing the limits of the bus with the calm assurance of a Scandinavian rally driver, which is a little odd as he appears to be Sudanese. Far from being thrown about the bus, the two dozen or so passengers (myself included) all appear to be quite happy that our African Tommi Makinen is making good time as he smoothly weaves in and out of the traffic, impressing us with his masterful and dexterous use of brake and accelerator. I'm especially pleased as an early arrival into town will mean a little extra time for some detours on my walk from the bus terminus to work. I'm on a mission to clock at least 15,000 steps per day to finally rid myself of the plantar fasciitis that has kept me from running for too many weeks now, and every little extra helps.

With nothing I've tried having really helped to ease the foot pain I recently resorted to taking an entire week off work and from all forms of exercise, to see if complete rest would finally knock it on head (so to speak), but it only made things worse, including seeing me stack on an extra kilo or two of weight and the mental equivalent in frustration. So this week I'm taking the opposite tack with as much walking and stretching as I can cram into my day in an effort to 'walk through'  the pain and begin a proper recovery. Admittedly, this hasn't helped when I've tried it before, but something just seemed to suggest that this time it would work, and so far, after one full week of it, it does seem to be helping. The improvement is only slight, but it is getting a little better each day, and so I shall persist.

Persistence - now there's the thing. The day we give up persisting is the day we truly begin to die, I think. So that's a ways off yet. Onwards, then...

Stupid plantar.