Went to the doctor today. I officially have Plantar Faciitis. Seriously, how do you spell this thing?! Plantar Fasciitis.
"What's wrong?" Doctor asks as he walks in.
"I think I have plantar fasciitis." (I practiced how to say it before he came in so I wouldn't sound like an idiot.)
"I one hundred percent agree with your diagnosis." (Ok, that was easy.)
No heel spurs on the X-ray. I need to ice, ice, ice and stretch, stretch, stretch and continue wearing the Strassburg Sock. But I can keep training as planned.
The physician's assistant showing me the stretches mentioned that she participated in Chicago '07 too. I asked if she was going to run it again this year.
"No, I can't because I lose too much weight running. I eat like a horse, but can't keep weight on."
Oh, so sorry. Bitch.
Alright, maybe that's a little harsh but if you read the previous post you probably surmised I'm a little cranky this week. Ok, a lot cranky.
No need to confirm that via comment section, Mike.
Back to running on Tuesday.
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