Flashes of Panic

Running in Arkansas took me off my recovery path. I don’t know if I did too much, or didn’t recover enough between runs, or what, but I was sore all week, afterward. I didn’t run, and finally I made an appointment to go back to the podiatrist who made my orthotics.

He agreed with me that the current symptoms aren’t of PF at all. He thinks the problem is the muscle which flexes my big toe—the hallucis longus—and that link leads to some scary stuff, incidentally, not visually but diagnostically, if that makes sense.

Meanwhile, he recommended a few specific shoe models (which I’ve been unable to find locally, of course,) PT to strengthen the muscle, and if that doesn’t work, we try adjusting the orthotics some more.

The complication is this: there are all kinds of technologies, from shoes to inserts, to correct the way your feet hit the ground, and the first part of their procession through to toe-off. My problem is at the end of that process, right before my toes (toe) do (does) the final fling forward. There’s no technology for that.

With the swim season now over, and spring in full swing, you can imagine I’m not all that thrilled about not running.

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