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Jan. 15th, 2010
The mess in the middle
Jan. 15th, 2010 11:37 pmJogging/running/whichever continues. 3.25 miles/40 minutes both Wednesday and tonight, bracketed by warm-up, cool-down and 15 minutes of incline walking. 70 minutes total. The 40 minutes includes 25 minutes @ 5mph, which is the longest time I have ever been able to keep that pace. OK, it's poky, but six months ago my feet were so screwed up that I thought they were riddled with stress fractures and/or arthritis. Not only that, but they were knocking my entire body out of whack. I would catch myself walking with a starboard list, and I actually had to concentrate on straightening my spine. If I didn't pay attention, I would just tilt to the right again. Everything was buckling because my very high arches were not getting the needed support.
It isn't an exaggeration to say that these orthotics have changed my life. My feet are a little stiff in the morning, but nothing like what they were. I'm walking straight again. My knees ::knock wood:: get a little twingey, but that goes away. It's not soreness.
That being said, the middle 20 minutes of a run are like the middle of a book. Misery. Too far into the mire to turn back, but yet with so far to go. Sometimes the only thing that keeps me going is the prospect of a shower and dinner when I'm done. And yoga butt. The prospect of someday developing a yoga butt, in as much as I can at my age.
It isn't an exaggeration to say that these orthotics have changed my life. My feet are a little stiff in the morning, but nothing like what they were. I'm walking straight again. My knees ::knock wood:: get a little twingey, but that goes away. It's not soreness.
That being said, the middle 20 minutes of a run are like the middle of a book. Misery. Too far into the mire to turn back, but yet with so far to go. Sometimes the only thing that keeps me going is the prospect of a shower and dinner when I'm done. And yoga butt. The prospect of someday developing a yoga butt, in as much as I can at my age.
The mess in the middle
Jan. 15th, 2010 11:37 pmJogging/running/whichever continues. 3.25 miles/40 minutes both Wednesday and tonight, bracketed by warm-up, cool-down and 15 minutes of incline walking. 70 minutes total. The 40 minutes includes 25 minutes @ 5mph, which is the longest time I have ever been able to keep that pace. OK, it's poky, but six months ago my feet were so screwed up that I thought they were riddled with stress fractures and/or arthritis. Not only that, but they were knocking my entire body out of whack. I would catch myself walking with a starboard list, and I actually had to concentrate on straightening my spine. If I didn't pay attention, I would just tilt to the right again. Everything was buckling because my very high arches were not getting the needed support.
It isn't an exaggeration to say that these orthotics have changed my life. My feet are a little stiff in the morning, but nothing like what they were. I'm walking straight again. My knees ::knock wood:: get a little twingey, but that goes away. It's not soreness.
That being said, the middle 20 minutes of a run are like the middle of a book. Misery. Too far into the mire to turn back, but yet with so far to go. Sometimes the only thing that keeps me going is the prospect of a shower and dinner when I'm done. And yoga butt. The prospect of someday developing a yoga butt, in as much as I can at my age.
It isn't an exaggeration to say that these orthotics have changed my life. My feet are a little stiff in the morning, but nothing like what they were. I'm walking straight again. My knees ::knock wood:: get a little twingey, but that goes away. It's not soreness.
That being said, the middle 20 minutes of a run are like the middle of a book. Misery. Too far into the mire to turn back, but yet with so far to go. Sometimes the only thing that keeps me going is the prospect of a shower and dinner when I'm done. And yoga butt. The prospect of someday developing a yoga butt, in as much as I can at my age.