I’ve finally accepted the fact that I have feet problems. There, I said it. My name is Danielle and I have planter fasciitis.
PF is an inflammation of the tissue that connects your toes to your heel and manifests in pain and soreness on the bottom of your foot. I’ve been a runner most of my life but have been relatively lucky in that I’ve avoided PF. Me being me, I usually attributed “other peoples’” PF to “their own fault,” insinuating that I, of course, was better than them. Not to their faces, mind you. I may be judgey, but I keep that shtick to myself.
Anyhoo, about a year ago I bought a weighted blanket and started training for Spartan obstacle course races, both of which put added strain on my feet. Yes, I am attributing part of my PF to my glorious 20-pound duvet that forces my feet into a pointed position for eight to 10 hours each night. Combine that with lots of running and jumping on hard surfaces in less-than-supportive shoes and little to no stretching, and voila, PF! At least, that’s my “I’m-a-mom-so-I’m-basically-a-doctor” diagnosis.
But I haven’t done one thing to help my feet get better, even though I know exactly what to do. I still don’t stretch, I don’t where a splint when I sleep, I don’t ice and I haven’t bought better shoes. I’ve basically been living in denial and limp-inducing pain for months.
A physical therapist called me out over the weekend, though, forcing me to admit that I have a problem. My name is Danielle, and I have PF. The road to recovery begins today!