Holy crap... what a summer. Of not running.
Sadly, it was a nice, mild summer. We didn't have nearly as many 100-degree days as is typical, and how glorious it would've/could've been to enjoy it.
But alas, I was bumming around on some peroneal tendinitis... or was I? I mean, freakin' tendinitis couldn't possibly take me our of running for SEVEN MONTHS. Even with the inflammation of the sheath and the micro tears... we're talking MICRO tears. This should have healed in a couple of months of not running and only walking in orthotics, max. Sooo what's the deal?
Likely culprit: NERVES.
I have had pretty rad sciatica for a few years now. It's like a plague in my family. My dad even has it dubbed "the dreaded leg." So when I first had no idea what was wrong, and I called my parents (because they are still the best diagnostic advice even at 29) my Dad confirmed my Mom's fears: it was the dreaded leg.
Fast forward three years, and it's no better and no worse. It sometimes aches enough to keep me from sleeping, and sometimes doesn't rear its head for a few weeks at a time.
After a job change, an insurance change, and a physical therapist who quit the place where I was going anyway, I saw a different PT and his diagnosis: neural tension. Makes total sense.
Because details are boring, basically my spine is whack and it makes my foot hurt. I do a few spinal twists and some self-medication a la foam-roller, I'm up and running (pun intended) for a few days before it hurts again.
Other tips I can offer: stretch your calves and hamstrings, but only slightly. Hold for thirty seconds.
On to the fun stuff... I AM actually back on my feet. After not biking and not swimming and my bike doing a triathlon without me, I come to the conclusion that running is where it's at, and if I can't run then I just won't exercise. Or I'll just hike.
I also have been doing a few 4-5 mile runs, I ran my first 5k, and I also ran my first 5k RELAY.
More on those soon! Off to stretch my calves.