During our trip to France, we did A LOT of walking. But after 60 miles in 3 days and all the running I do, it should be a snap, right? Well, all of those miles I did in stability running shoes. My tourist miles were logged in flat sandals with hardly any support whatsoever. So it should not have been a bit surprise when, 2 weeks into our trip, my left heel started to hurt. I popped a few Advil and kept going.
France is the land of food. Literally. It is seeped into the culture. My mother in law was determined to show my parents (who went with us) all that France had to offer in that department: champagne; limitless cheese; souffle; quiche; desserts......you get the picture. I wanted to enjoy myself and not worry about every calorie I ate, so I set out to get as much exercise in as I could. Besides, going on runs in new places is a great way to discover things.
I did get in some very excellent runs. An early morning 4.3 miles in a village in Normandy called Isigny sur mer was awesome. A 7.7 miler in Strasbourg followed by 25 miles on a rented bike. My last run was 10k through the park attached to the gardens of the chateau in Versailles. That was awesome-to run through places where kings and nobles spent their time. It was great, and I was keeping in as good of shape as was possible given our schedule.
The problem was, at least 3 of my runs were done on my hurt heel.
It didn't take long for my left hip to start hurting. At first I blamed it on the old saggy mattress that we sleep on at my in laws house. But...duh. I realized that perhaps I was compensating for a hurt foot by altering my stride.
The first morning we were back home in San Marcos, I went for a run. Not a long one-just 4 miles and change. After such a long travel, I don't feel "normal." Getting some exercise, getting my heart rate up, makes me feel like myself again. Not to mention work off some of the carb-laden airplane food from the day before.
After that run, my hip hurt more than ever. I can't even sleep on my left side. So I took yesterday off from any exercise, hoping that perhaps today I could go for a swim. That is stress-free, right? But it still hurts today. So I'm taking yet another day off and going to see the chiropractor to see what he has to say.
Needless to say, this is NOT good for my mental state. Its not just the lack of endorphins, although that is part of it. Another part of it is needing to work off some of the weight that I probably put on during our 3 weeks in
Food-land France. But the real thing that really gets me is that I feel less healthy. After cancer, you just can't have a pain anywhere without wondering in the back of your mind if it is the cancer that has come back. Side ache? Maybe it's metastasized to my liver! Hip pain? Boney mets! It sucks. I can't just be a normal person with a whacked out joint, I will forever be wondering if it is something I should call my oncologist about.
Bummer for me.
I just pray that this goes away soon, that the pain in my heel is NOT plantar facitis, and that I can at least start logging miles in the pool very soon!