So I rushed to the running store, grabbed my GU packets, paid for them, and left. On my way to my car, I heard a "Heyyy! How's it going?" I turned around and saw Ian, the running store manager, and we ended up catching up on all things running. When I mentioned my RnR race, my PF stricken foot, my decision to run/walk 13.1 miles, my feeling a tad discouraged about it... Ian shook his head and basically told me, "Nah, you'll be fine, everyone gets PF. Here. This is what you need to do until the race." So he gave me free advice on how to self-treat Plantar Fasciitis.
His advice? Get a golf ball and REALLY put your weight on the ball to the point where you're crying like a baby. Then, slowly roll the ball along the entire length of the bottom of your foot, pushing really hard on the tender spot and cry. He said if you're not crying, you're not putting enough weight on the golf ball - which is probably why PF hasn't gone away, in my case. After wiping away your tears, then ice, he said.
I left the running store with more hope that I will be ok at this Saturday's race. I will keep running, I will run my first full marathon, I will have no pain while running, and I will run happy again. Still learning so much after just a year of running consistently and really thankful for these encounters, reminders, to take small steps, one day at a time, and I will get there. I will.
Have you read Paulo Coelho's The Alchemist? Do you believe in his quote: "When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it."? Do you think I'm reading too much into this?