I just returned from the chiropractor's office. The left foot has been struggling since Sunday's long run.
I've got plantar fasciitis.
The appointment took a little longer than normal, mostly because he stuck me with a few needles on the bottom of my left foot and on my calf muscle. Then he taped my foot up and I walked out of his office with extra tape and instructions on how to wrap my foot before Saturday's long run . I also left with "The Stick"
I get to rub out my calves before and after running with this thing.
Yup. I'm a middle-aged runner.
Being told I have PF doesn't make me a real runner. I think what makes me feel like a real runner now is that when I walked into the chiropractor's office I was pretty blunt.
"I have my long run on Saturday. I have to do my long run. And if she (my coach) makes me run in the pool, I'm going to fucking kill myself."
The first time I met my chiropractor was when I was training for my first half marathon in 2010. I went in for some minor problem and was praying he'd tell me I'd have to pull out of the race.
This time, I went in there praying he wouldn't tell me I couldn't do my long runs.
And that, I think, is what makes me feel 'legit.' I'm a real runner because this long run, as shitactular as it could be (they're calling for 6-9 inches of snow on Friday) is important to me. I need to do this long run. Period.
I will also say that I was relieved that I actually had a legit issue. I'm a pussy and I would have died of embarrassment if he told me, "You haz a boo boo on your piggies. Take two aspirin and call me if you need help pulling off the band aid."
But now I can be all hard-core/bad ass/tough guy: "Fuck yeah. I be rollin' all over town with the PF. A little inflamed ligament doesn't stop this bitch from doin' what she do."
My mileage isn't going to be great this week -- I've missed two run workouts. I'm still allowed to bike. I'm unfortunately still allowed to swim. I could probably get both arms stuck in a wood chipper, and I'd still have to swim.*
I think Saturday's 2 hour/35 minute long run will be loaded with intention: knowing that not being able to run would be way worse than having to run, even if it is snowy and slushy and I'm tired.
*Anyone have a wood chipper I could borrow?