Good Grief!

O.k., so my mom was an amazing track star in High School, and when we were all young, she would take us running with her. So I was always very comfortable running, but because of having so many babies, and the fact that we seem to have no time, I have to admit, I fell of the fitness wagon. Let me tell you, I so regret that! Well, my sis Tiff, and my Sis Tara, have been such wonderful examples. They both have not given in to the whims of the day, and have continued to maintain their fitness levels quite well. In fact, Tiffany is planning on running a marathon this spring, and Tara just finished a half a marathon. So I don't know if I'm being competitive, or just feeling like a looser, but I've decided if they can do it, than I should be able to do it as well. Well let me tell you, I do have one small disadvantage I'm dealing with, Plantar Fasciitis!


It's the weirdest thing! When I'm running, I don't feel a thing, but when I wake up, I'm hobbling around the house like I'm 90 years old! So here's my dilemma, should I push though it, since I don't have any pain while I'm running, or should I lay off my feet for a while(which I really don't want to do, since I'm having so much fun getting back in shape)? I decided I'd go biking this evening, instead of running. I get out there on the main road, and I realize I'm having a panic attack! I start telling myself, "those cars are going to HIT me!!!" You see, in some parts of the road, there is literally no shoulder. It's rush hour, and cars are whizzing by(I know, real smart, go biking during rush hour). So I decide, Aaron should come along with me, he'll know how to handle the situation, and if I do get hit, at least I'll have him nearby to call 911. So I beg him to come, and feeling a bit guilty, since he just got home from work, and that's probably the last thing he feels like doing-- but he did it, just for me. What a sweetie! Well I head out again, and even with him leading the way, fear strikes again. He's going on his merry way, while I carefully maneuver my bike, trying to keep it steady, as I stay on the white line. I call out to him,"I can't do it, I'm way too scared!" Does he hear me? Of Course not, he's now like 200 yards ahead of me! I'm forced to decide, should I turn around, or follow my hubby, who's way ahead. I go with the later option, and continue my journey. We biked up this huge hill with cars speeding by, my heart's racing, and I'm praying like crazy! Aaron stops 3/4's of the way up, and that's when we both looked at each other, panting like crazy-- both thinking the same thing, we are WAY out of shape! Well, we made it up the hill, and back home, ALIVE! I'm now a wee bit more comfortable. Maybe next time I'll actually enjoy the ride, but tomorrow I think I'll try my luck with running. By the way, if any of you have had plantar facsiitis before, any advice, is greatly appreciated!