Heel in a Bucket
Here is my foot, underneath my keyboard at the office, with the heel resting in a bucket of icewater.
I've been suffering from
Plantar Fasciitis for a couple of months now; wasn't even conscious
of it when it started. All I knew (and I didn't even realize this in my frontal lobe; it never registered)
was, when I would sit down to stretch my quads, my left insole felt achey when it qot squnched.
(I'm sure "squnched" is a word; it's actually the past participle of the verb "to squnch"; I squnch, you
squnch, he/she/it squnches....)
Eventually I realized that I was running down trails going "ow! ow! ow!" every time my left foot hit, and
it was affecting my gait to the point that it was making my left ankle sore; that's what it took to bring the
actual injury itself into my awareness.
It's because of
Pikes Peak.
I mean, BOTH ways - the injury is because of Pikes Peak, and my complete inability to notice that I was in
pain is because of Pikes Peak.
The injury happened because I was running uphill all the time; lots and lots of incline work, repeats, long runs,
trail runs. And these runs were giving me VERY tight calves, and I wasn't stretching sufficiently to keep them
loose. So eventually the strain on the plantar fascia caused it to inflame, and - zap. I've got an owie.
And my total bullheadedness in training for Pikes Peak - the "nothing is going to get in my way" attitude - meant
that I COULDN'T have an injury; an injury would mean that I would have to stop training, and that was impossible,
so therefore I wasn't injured. So I couldn't notice the pain; Pikes Peak Blinders.
The race is tomorrow. I don't know if I'll be able to get to this site to do any updates, so you many not hear from
me until Sunday night. Or, failing that - it may kill me, and you may not hear from me again at all. This could kill me.
Wish me luck!
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