Here's where I left off ---------> a shot in my left heel. I felt determined, but very confused about my condition. Was it Plantar Fasciitis? Was it a soft tissue damage? Stress fracture? I grew more and more frustrated with the lack of comfort in my foot (it didn't only hurt in the morning when I got out of bed; a sharp pain existed sometimes throughout the entire day!). This was AFTER I had seen the podiatrist. He had a loose diagnosis of PF, prescribed Physical Therapy, and told me to keep him updated.
The shot worked for 24ish hours.
And for the first time in my entire life, I let an injury get to me. I lost all motivation. ALL. I had NO desire to go to the pool (flip-turns and pushing off from the wall hurt my foot), to hit the bike, to go out for Yoga (actually caused pain in my foot, as well), at least on a consistent basis.
I ran a few times. My foot continued to hurt, so after a month of PT, I saw the Pod Doc again. This time, he gave me a six-day steroid, and some orthotics. My feet felt better after walking around in them, and I eventually ran a couple of times again. I woke up the next day and hobbled around in pain, placing as much as weight as possible on my right foot. The pain in my left foot was awful; I even lost my breath when I placed too much weight on it. I got massages (good ones -- not nice ones, haha), and my foot STILL hurt.
I have to be honest with you: I have never lost my motivation to get my sweat on. Like, ever. I can't help but wonder that this has slowly but surely been creeping upon me, just waiting for a reason to throw in the towel. I can't explain why, and I don't even want to analyze it. It's like I had forgotten what I wanted and needed every single day.
All I knew at that point was that I was often waking up and hobbling from room to room of my apartment; confused, frustrated, and *thisclose* to loathing a life without running.
More inconsistent training. Yoga here, spinning workout there, a run there there. *Meh* training, if anything.
It wasn't until this past week where I realized this, though. I, literally and figuratively, put my foot down. I have had enough of
A.) Not getting my workouts done,
B.) Being lazy,
C.) Eating like crap (stress eating), and
D.) having had lost myself (this one, in particular).
I pretty much pride myself on being active in "Practicing what I preach"; so how am I supposed to tell young ladies that fitness and wellness are SO important when I'm in a horribly lackluster fog?
I think the worst of all of this was the idea that maybe I had reached the end of my time as a runner.
That idea, even typing it, hurts my feelings. For eight years, this has been something I never questioned. NEVER. "Do I want to run today?" has NEVER been a question that has entered my mind. And here I am, asking myself that question for the first time. I suppose that I should thank my lucky stars that I haven't had to deal with an injury like this before, that feels like it has stolen a part of me. Or that I have an injury that will still allow me to run. It's just a very scary thought.
That being said, I need to get back to my fitness.
I woke up. I'm back at it, starting (yesterday).
IN OTHER NEWS
I got Snapchat.:D
I have never taken prettier pictures than I do with Snapchat!
******PLEASE NOTE******** Most of my pictures aren't of me! Haha.:)
Add me, fools! My Snapchat username is (duh) "TheChiAthlete".
ALSO. I started something new, and I can't wait to tell you about it. I'm writing the post on it, and that should be out this week.<3
As always, thank you to our beautiful Diva, for hosting #MIMM!
Enough about me (like, so much of me) ---- HOW ARE YOU?!
Do you have any races coming up?
Name a workout this week that you're looking forward to?