Diddly December

[Mid Life Crisis Marathon Man]

Breaking news: Today I ran, yes, ran for 25 minutes.

How did this come about? Really it was brought on by frustration. After a few good days with only the merest hint of whimpering from the plantar fasciosis injury, it unexpectedly, and without cause, flared again. This got me to thinking thus: rest makes no difference, nor does not resting. Stretching likewise makes no difference, and nor does not stretching. The big factor, not running similarly seems not to have helped. The only thing I hadn't tried was to run through the injury, despite being clearly told not to.

So, to hell with it. I fired up the treadmill, walked for 20 minutes as a warm-up, then began a slow, gentle, old-man's shuffling jog. No sharp pains nor even discomfort resulted, so I upped the tempo and completed a cautious, but immensely satisfying 25 minutes of actual running. Another 15 minutes of walking to cool down followed by the requisite stretching (which seems to make no difference) and the foot felt fine. The true test will be when I wake up tomorrow: if the foot is very sore, then I'll have overdone it, but at least I won't die wondering.

But there's a good chance it will be fine. It seems to me to make sense: if not running caused the injury in the first place (as my podiatrist supposes), then running may yet be the cure, at least now the injury has settled down a little.

I'll be sure to let you know, tomorrow. Don't touch that dial.