Similar to the way I approach most things in life, I'm aggressively working toward recovery from this poorly timed injury. I woke up feeling much the same and decided to try to see a podiatrist. One had been highly recommended by my ART therapist. He is an Ironman himself and has treated many others with this same injury right before a race. The catch was that he was leaving tonight for Colorado so I didn't bother to call until noon and even then, it was to get a referral. But to my surprise, he said he would fit me in so I jumped on the train and got there as quickly as possible.
He confirmed it is acute plantar fasciitis, not at all uncommon and not the end of the world. He was really confident I would be in good shape for the race. He injected my foot with cortisone, gave me a night splint, put me on crutches and wrote me a prescription for an anti-inflammatory. He agreed with my coach that I can bike as usual and just said to baby the foot for a few days and let it heal.
I'm feeling a little more optimistic, but can't chase away the voice in the back of my mind that keeps saying "DNF." I've never had a DNF and if my first is at my first Ironman, I'll be destroyed. But I'll be even more destroyed if I don't try. So I'd rather try and fail than wonder what may have been.
I biked 1.5 hours today and felt good. I swam yesterday and biked for an hour, so I'm doing just enough to keep things going, but I'm also taking it easy. If the hurricane doesn't ruin the day tomorrow, it will be my final long ride before the race.