So....here's what happened this week.
It matches the tile grout in my kitchen, don't you think? I now try to just hang in the kitchen, so I always look coordinated.
Apparently, I've had some small tears in my paroneal longus tendon since the summer (tendonopathy.) That's one of the tendons that runs from calf to foot and and slides back and forth under that bony protrusion on the side of your ankle.
I've also developed plantar fasciitis (I swear this word has too many 'i's, but Webster says no.) Plantar fasciitis is inflammation and micro tears in the plantar fascia, the connective tissue that runs from heel to toes on the bottom on the foot. My left foot is aging faster than my right. However, with my now cock-eyed gait, my right foot is acting up. I really need a third leg.
What's bugging me this week is that I've had pain in this foot for about six weeks. At first I thought it was part of the fibromyalgia I'm still learning about and treating with supplements. So, I went to the beach two weeks ago for vacation and began running again. This was absolutely the wrong thing to do. But, I didn't yet know the results of my MRI, and I wasn't feeling any worse.
So, I ran a bit. And walked on the lumpy beach, and walked on the street, and walked up and down flights of stairs several times a day. Two days after I got home, I learned about these injuries, and then began kicking myself with my good foot.
How are we supposed to determine aging aches and pains from injury aches and pains? That's the question. Clearly, I'm a bad judge of that distinction. So, now I'm in a gray boot for a month, maybe more. If things are healing well at that point, I'll get a brace for another few months. Yes, I said months. Plantar fasciitis takes six months to a year to heal. Geez-o-flip.
The doc said tendons don't ever return to their former state, so this foot will always be a vulnerability for me. That means no more running. Ever. I'm not crazy about running, but it was the best tool for me when it came to weight loss. Nothing knocked off twenty pounds as quickly as running.
Pooh. I might have to befriend this twenty pounds. ACK!
The doc said swimming is my best option from now on. So, I closed my membership at my current gym and joined a gym that has a pool. I can't tell you how excited I am to squeeze into a bathing suit that reveals the extra twenty pounds.
Oh well. Life is full of surprises and adjustments. There are many people in worse shape than me. And I still have one good foot.