The last six months have been a failure for me.
First, I sprained my ankle.
And though I didn’t wait long to walk on it, the recovery has been long.
My long plantar ligament on the bottom of my foot is still bothering me. This is what is irritated during plantar fasciitis (which I likely have now, and never had in 10 years of running half marathons and marathons).
It hurt today during my walk, but I’m pushing through, massaging the ligament, and hoping that getting back into shape and increasing strength will help. I wouldn’t be surprised if there are adhesions from the ankle sprain.
I got so busy in the summer canning and gardening that I neglected rehab of my foot.
And I gained weight, which made everything worse.
Oh yeah, then I went on a gluttonous 7 night cruise, and here I am!
Pretty disgusted with myself.
We did a daylight fast on Wednesday on the cruise. I doubt it made up for anything, but maybe. We also climbed a lot of stairs (we took the elevator maybe 4 times), walked on the decks, and swam a bit.
Today is day one. I had a protein shake after fasting for about 17 hours, then had two fried eggs and a handful of shelled pistachios, and now a protein shake for dinner.
I need to find a new shape other than round!
I didn’t run a single half marathon this year. It’s the first time in 12 years.
How sad is that? I’m terrified I will just let it go, decide I’m old, and not try anymore.
I don’t want to stop. I know that objects at rest tend to stay at rest. Isn’t that true!
So I start all over again.
Xoxo
Dawn