Plantar fasciitis leads to a terrible tightness in the soles of your feet and it has become fairly normal nowadays for me to hobble across the bedroom floor after I’ve first woken. This mornings usual moans and groans were particularly enhanced. When I tried to propel myself down the first flight of stairs my right achilles twanged like it was about to snap and my barefoot blister screamed out for mercy.
I might have overdone it a little bit with the barefoot running yesterday.
I’ve since done a little bit of reading about barefoot or minimal shoe running and discovered that most people recommend that you start out incredibly slowly. In the link that I’ve shown it suggests that you should still be inside running gently on the spot for the first 4 weeks and not make it to 3 miles for about 3 months.
Now that is way too slow for me but it seems I’ve probably paid the price - it was fun though.
Today I had to take my blister and aching limbs for a 7 mile trog around the park in an attempt to raise a few coins for the Samaritans. The non-runner wants me to make it clear that I moaned like a true moaning thing for at least 3/4′s of the way round and that I was fairly intolerable. I only perked up in the final few miles because we had started running and had finally caught up with the grotty kids who’d set off at a ridiculous pace and refused to walk with us. They were obviously intent on winning the “fun walk” but having caught them we pushed on, ignoring their squeals and were laying smugly on the grass, licking 99′s by the time they got round to crossing the finish line.
Should anyone be looking for an excuse to throw some money in the direction of the Samaritans – here is our group sponsorship page
