I woke up this morning and everything changed. Just 17 days from my Ironman, a nagging injury I've been battling for over 1.5 years came back in a huge way. I was unable to put any weight on my left foot due to severe plantar fasciitis pain. Walking was nearly impossible and completing an Ironman seemed unfathomable.
I spent every moment of free time looking for solutions. The last time my PF became acute I ended up taking a four-month break from running. Since I need to be able to run a marathon in a little over two weeks, I don't have the luxury of time. I had an ART session, which helped tremendously, but unfortunately the relief only lasted a couple hours. I iced whenever possible and took a high dose of ibuprofen. I talked to my coach and ART therapist about what to do right now to make this better. I stopped and bought a Strassburg Sock on the way home. And I got the name of a podiatrist to inject my foot with cortisone as an absolute last resort.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't emotionally crushed and disappointed. I spent the better part of the day fighting back tears and finally lost that battle somewhere around Wall Street while on my train ride home. I'm trying not to dwell on the negativity, but rather focus my energy on what I can do to get better and make it to the start on September 13. But I also need to be allowed to be upset. I have trained for nearly 30 weeks and was on track for what should have been a great race. Now I'm wondering if I can even finish.
The good news is that I was able to run 15 miles on this yesterday relatively pain-free. If I am incredibly careful and aggressive in the treatment I have a strong chance of being able to race somewhat normally. I need to be prepared for severe pain and discomfort but I know I can handle that. On the flip side, a few days off running and focus on the treatments might get me back on track. Only time will tell.