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I survived ...

Tuesday, October 09, 2012

The other day I took my first trek to the mailbox a tenth of a mile away from my home and the trip did not go quite as well as I had planned. I'm so out of shape lately that I had a two-day recovery! Oh my goodness! To have thought that I have let myself go to the point that I can't even get my own mail without such discomfort is frankly discomforting!

I'm not giving up though. My plantar fasciitis may have the best of me now, but I am determined to make this little walk a part of my routine as soon as possible.

My game plan: Get back to doing the physical therapy exercises that I learned a couple years ago at least three times a week, and once a week, on my day off, I will try the trek to the mailbox until one day I know I can do it regularly without risking injury.

If only I knew years ago what value there was in purchasing good supportive shoes with good arches, I might have done a better job at taking care of my feet back then.

They used to ache after a long-days work on my feet. Actually, the ache was more like screaming pain, with my heel doing all the screaming.

I'd rub it and I'd also recruit other people to rub my heels (usually not getting much enthusiasm there) and sometimes try soaking my feet. It didn't help.

I wish I knew then that there was something I could do about it. If only I had seen a doctor.

Now, after years of experiencing this problem, I'm recovering from almost not being able to walk at all. I think it was the physician's assistant that I saw about a couple of years ago that suggested I walk with a cane, but I told him that a cane would not be supportive enough. So I got to hobble on crutches.

This helped, and so did the cortisone shots a doctor I saw later gave me, but it took physical therapy to really get me out of serious pain.

I wear better shoes now. They're not the best, but they're a lot better than what I had.

Now I know how important it is to take good care of my feet. Ah, lessons learned the hard way!

But as I said before, I'm not giving up. It's tough getting around when things start hurting, whether its one thing or another. Physical therapy taught me an important lesson though. It taught me that the movement I was afraid would hurt me could also heal me as well. That exercise done strategically and carefully can strengthen a weak body right where it needs it. On the flip side, it can also do harm if it's more than the body is ready for.

It's too bad I wasn't more religious about my physical therapy exercises because maybe that walk wouldn't have been so bad.

emoticon On that note, I just had a bright idea! I know just what to track in my "Other Goals" here on SparkPeople. Maybe that will keep me exercising and get me one step closer to my mailbox!

And while I forgot until the other day when I was walking to the mailbox, one tenth of a mile out is also one back ... but one day that won't matter! It'll be a piece of cake! (Not the Betty Crocker kind of course!) emoticon
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FATBASTICH 10/9/2012 4:23AM

    Good for you. You'll get back there - keep it up.

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