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August 05, 2005

Like Ronald McDonald in a Whorehouse....

I've got fallen arches.

Okay, truthfully I haven't been officially diagnosed with this as of yet. I went running on Wednesday as part of my Team Danskin Training and did 3 miles around the Central Park resorvoir. I'd been wearing my New Balance running shoes which I bought years ago when I was doing 5k runs with the NY Roadrunners Association. Shortly after I bought these shoes I hated them. They hurt my feet in the arches and eventually I stopped running because I began to wake up mornings with what I like to call "bruised feet". It felt like I was walking on bruises for the first 10-20 steps I took each morning. I think my NB shoes are two narrow and the arches are too high. I'd just started running again for my Triathlon training so I hadn't had the time to buy new shoes and I was a little gun-shy about trying again. I'd bought the NB in a running store and thought I'd gotten a good fit; although in retrospect I didn't get a lot of service from the store that day and may have rushed my purchase.

So I'm out on the resorvior on a hot,humid day and trying to plow through my 3 miles. My feet started to hurt but this wasn't unexpected. I'm a soldier, I tell you! And I will plow on. After 3 miles (which I swear was more like 5) my feet were killing me but I stopped running and looked forward to stretching out and easing the pressure on my feet. I changed my shoes after workout and went home.

Thirty minutes later I couldn't walk. I was literally couchbound and frustrated. This was particularly taxing as my dog, Sheeba, has not yet grasped the intricacies of opening and closing a door and picking up her own poo in a sanitary plastic bag. She also doesn't know how to do dishes which I lament everyday.

I woke up the next morning and there was no change in how my feet were faring. I ended up calling and rescheduling my client so I could spend the next 12 hours icing my feet and elevating them while searching for a suitable diagnosis on the web. So I may have a mildly sprained foot. The websites say this can take about 6 weeks to heal. That's just enough time to entirely miss the Danskin Triathlon. This will not do! So I continue to ice, and elevate. I even dig out my ankle brace, use it as a foot brace and lather the offending foot with Icy Hot.

There is nothing worse than enforced relaxation. When healthy, I can waste some time, let me tell you. I am an ace at "taking it easy" when I have full use of life and limbs. Oddly, there is nothing that puts me more in the mood to be industrious than being incapacitated. It's so frustrating!

I woke up this morning and I can at least walk normally and without pain. I think I just may recover and be able to continue my quest to Swim, Bike, and Run on the same day. I'm being extra careful for the next few days and opting to swim for the next two workouts just to be safe. I don't think I've escaped going to the doctor though. Eventually, I'll have to figure out what's going on with my ill-used feet. I'm hoping that a pair of good shoes will enable me to wait until after the Triathlon.

Posted by mermu at August 5, 2005 02:37 PM

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