The Siren Song of My Shoes

Can't you hear them calling?  Don't they sound forlorn?

Can’t you hear them calling? Don’t they sound lonely and forlorn?

I was able to resist the siren call of my running shoes for three days. Well, actually almost 70 hours – but who’s counting? I am happy to report that the resistance was not for naught (with time off my heel pain is not worse), but the resistance didn’t really assist either (my heel pain is not better). Ugh. Chiropractor thinks I have nerve entrapment caused by a hypertonic tibialis posterior, probably from ramping up mileage and speed too quickly. And I knew I was doing that. And I knew that was a potential danger. But I got a bit cocky, I think. Silver lining is that my fitness is fine – with my (very) little run today I know that going faster feels fine with my body, minus the right lower leg.

So, two days ago, I became reacquainted with my bike. Lookout 030313 It will see a lot more of me, me thinks. If I can only stay away from the shoes…

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There and Here

Sunday: a run in a blizzard. running in snow

Saturday: a run in short sleeves and shorts. run in the sun

In between, a ski day, a good hard Pilates reformer class, a crappy run with achilles pain.  Mileage still lower than I want it, pain more gone than there (am I just trying to be optimistic?, or is it the ibuprofen talking?).  Acupuncture session and loads of self massage have helped.  I should probably rest and let this heel heal.  But it is oh so hard!