An Open Letter to my Plantar Fascitis

On my one month anniversary with plantar fascitis, I thought it best to write a letter to it.

The tape I wear all the time.
Toph gets jealous so we got him some.

Dear Plantar Fascitis in my right foot,

Hi there. I hope this finds you well, and by well I mean to say that I hope the tendons you're inflaming are about healed.

I'll never forget the night you came into my life. I ran three miles at the gym on Monday, February 13. I felt great. I came home and a couple hours later...my foot felt funny. It hurt. I thought I was having a muscle spasm and ate a banana. You probably laughed, all snuggled up in the tendons of my foot. By the time I went to bed, I was limping.

When I woke in the morning, I could barely walk. I had to miss work. I whiled my day away icing my foot and rolling around on a computer chair.  The doctor took an x-ray and said, "Yep, plantar fascitis.  Nothing to do for it but wait."

I was diagnosed and told not to run for two weeks. I listened. You're still here. I was told to ice my foot and wear supportive shoes. I have. You're still here.  I've sought Airrosti treatment, worn tape and done exercises.  You're still here.

I am getting tired of the elliptical machine at the gym and yesterday, I saw that the basketball court was free of sweaty men for the first time in ages. I took my chance.

I dribbled, I shot lay ups, I practiced my free throws and I even did the Mican drill for two minutes, for old times' sake. Swish, swish, swish, swish. I was in my element. I had so much fun. Being embedded in my body, you are surely privy to the fact that basketball is my sport. I LOVE to play it.

Then, towards the end of my fun time, you flared up with a fury. I had to go home early. And Plantar Fascitis, let me tell you:

I am pissed off at you now.

Before I was trying to be patient but now that you've managed to send the message that basketball is not okay, I want you GONE.

I don't like limping after my son.  I don't like stepping gingerly out of bed.  I don't like not running.  I don't like being aware of every single step I am taking because walking hurts.  I don't like only wearing my running shoes because they're the only thing that doesn't set you off.

I'm tired of you, Plantar Fascitis.  Please get out.

Your hostess,
gin

I'm linking up with Shell today for PYHO.  I want to congratulate her on two years with an awesome linky party.  It's a rarity that one might have such a long running linky on their blog but hers is pure gold.  It's a place where we can be honest and truly pour our hearts out.  Thanks Shell and congratulations!!