I haven’t raced since late last year – I ran Tallinn Marathon and Ealing Half Marathon in September and Royal Parks Half Marathon in October. I got two PBs from these three races – 2017 definitely ended on a running high for me.
Then in January my left foot started niggling me. And then it got painful to the point that after about 7km of running, I could only touch down with my forefoot in a hobbling kind of way.
I noticed a bruise under the highest part of my (super high) arch and saw my GP, followed by a foot surgeon/specialist. Diagnosis: plantar fascia tear. Prognosis: no running, see a physio, revisit 5 weeks later.
13 weeks later I’m still seeing a physio once a week and only in the last couple of weeks have I been able to run more than 2km totally pain free.
Plantar fascia is a slow bitch to heal.
I have missed 3 races this year that I had signed up for and when my next local Chase the Sun approached for this week, I decided to race it. I was going to do the short 5km version anyway and I just wanted to race so bad!
On Wednesday night I ran 3km to the start point, got a picture with the Wombles, warmed up a bit more and the race was on!
It was crowded at the start and single-file through some parts on the common but I was racing and it was awesome. My pace was faster than I had anticipated after not really running much for 3 months but I just went with it. Quite a few times I had to walk around mud, most people did, the mud looked like if you went through it, you’d leave a shoe behind.
My foot felt absolutely fine but it always does while running. I finished in 24:20, my slowest 5km race ever but I didn’t want to puke and I ended up being the 3rd lady and 1st lady in my age group so how can I complain!
That night and the next day my foot was definitely a bit more niggly (it feels like I’ve been stung in the heel) but what the heck. I regret nothing. It was worth it.
I rolled my arch on a frozen water bottle that night and by Thursday night it felt much better.
The road back from injury is always up and down but I feel optimistic about it all and even if my physio tells me off next week – I REGRET NOTHING 🙂