Fall is a time of crawling under a pile of blankets to sleep
and waking up refreshed and ready to emerge from my cocoon.
I wait all year to run in the crisp, cool air of October and
November, only to injure my Plantar Fascia.
Two days after registering for a 5k and 10k race my foot
became sore enough that I’ve only run a mile in the last week. That’s what I
get for pre-registering.
Rolling my foot on top of a tennis ball seems to be the best
therapy. I don’t leave home without it. The ball sits on my desk at work and I
use it 2-3x a day.
Most of my exercise now consists of swimming 2-3x a week and
lifting weights. I’ve biked a few times, but not fast enough or long enough to
really call it a workout. If the injury keeps up I should look like a fat Incredible Hulk in
a month.
The Incredible Hulk can’t run very fast though.
I need to get my bike on the trainer and start pedaling.
I’m an okay injured runner for about two days, then the
crankiness begins to come through. I start feeling fat, bloated, out of breath
when walking up a flight of stairs and thinking that drinking isn’t such a bad
sport.
It’s amazing how much time I have to clean the house, fix
things and go through my job jar. I’ve accomplished more in the last two weeks
then the previous two months.
I’d rather spend that time running.
