I wrote in my last post that I was going to tie-in the confusion and pain of tragedy with the experience of having a running injury.
The truth of the matter is that I’m so tired of thinking about plantar fasciitis and talking about it with doctors and specialists and people who have a cure for me… I’m totally done feeling sorry for myself. And, turning it around, I’m ready to not be a victim about this.
So I’m NOT going to write about how it relates to tragedy, because the truth is that having a running injury is temporary (at least the ones I’ve had are temporary). This will go away and I’ll be running like a superhero soon. Even after months of pain with no end in sight, I have to keep a positive gaze into the future.
Today I started CrossFit again, which I should have done 4 months ago. It kicks ass. CrossFit gives me the opportunity to feel like I’m starring in the movie “300,” except I’m wearing more than a piece of cloth and all the guys around me are fully clothed. Total bummer.
2013 is the year I kick plantar fasciitis’ ass.