Apparently, studies have shown that being a fat bastard and waddling about in a parody of running can cause foot pain. Plantar faciitis or something like that, an inflammation that causes pain in the heels. Well, one very localizes study seems to show these results but I'll go to my drs and see for sure. Running friends and the clinic I'm in are being intensely supportive and with good advice, and I know I should be patient with myself and such but...I mean really, the pace at which I run is less like running and more like the shambling about like a moderately focused zombie. Not even a "Dawn of the Dead" remake zombie, coz those puppies could fly - no no, just a regular pre-coffee Toronto zombie.
Sigh. And still, a possible sports injury. Kinda funny, in that 'wow I never knew feet could feel this bad' kind of way. Not to diminish the experience of people who've actually walked on knives, but damn...
Prior to this past 8 or so months, my husband and I have been shaped a lot like you'd imagine couch surfing weebles would, except that I did fall on occasion. Since he joined fight club last November he's lost a tenth of his body weight, got into far better shape and appeared (no kidding) in the Toronto Life Wellness Guide for 2005. Well, a picture of him ... and several other guys but the point is - Wellness Guide. And now I have - quite possibly - a sports injury. Almost like we're health nuts, except I had pie for dinner. Again. Does ice cream count as dairy?
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