I’ve been really lucky so far for a guy who runs a lot in terms of not getting (too) injured. I mean, sure, sometimes my knee hurts or my back or whatever but I’ve rarely been sidelined for any length of time. But the truth is that I don’t train smart. And every time Jimmy talks about things like “training smart” or “consistency” or, my favorite, “eating right,” I start having intrusive thoughts about my girlfriend and candy and all kinds of stuff. Sometimes I fantasize about slap boxing him, but I can’t explain why.
So in January age 42 was approaching and I wanted to do something kind of extreme to memorialize my ever increasing descent into decay. What I decided to do was to use my FitBit to track 200,000 steps in one week, ending on my birthday. And I did it! Check it out.
I had read about this frequent problem in running magazines for years but, quite frankly, I was of the mindset that plantar fasciitis was an ailment that happened to other people. Then my doctor pressed his thumbs into my arch, asked “Does that hurt?” and I yelled DAMN. “Plantar fasciitis,” he said, and recommended a podiatrist.
The best, and worst, part about living with Jimmy is that he knows basically like everything about calories and protein and muscles and maybe even chakras. He’d probably laugh and act all humble and tell you he doesn’t know all that much but the guy knows about intervals and metabolism and how to treat injuries. So he quickly gave me a squash ball and some instructions about how to “roll out the tissue” on the arch of my foot. Check it out.
So I have to roll that ball on my foot for 2 minutes (only 1:57 longer than that video). Then I have to do the OTHER foot for 2 minutes (even though that foot doesn’t hurt [???]). Then I roll out both achilles (2 minutes), both calves (2 minutes), both hamstrings (2 minutes), both quads (2 minutes), and both hip flexors (2 minutes) for a grand total of something like 4 and a half hours.
All this, mind you, so that I can run again when? I was afraid to ask. But in the meantime, the Cadbury Mini Eggs are on the shelves and rolling out your muscles doesn’t tend to burn the calories like a 10 miler, so I don’t know what I’m going to do. I’ll keep you posted.