Updated on March 6, 2015
The breaking point
I didn’t just spend $55,000 for a new hip to end up in a wheelchair.
I am sure my podiatrist is going to put me in the dreaded boot.
I won’t be able to go back to work as soon as I hoped.
I haven’t been this sad since my Pookie dog died a few years ago.
I give up on running. If my feet can’t handle walking, how in the heck are they going to handle running?
How could I feel like I’m on the mend one day and can’t freaking walk the next?
There were tears of frustration. Lots of them, which basically never happens.
Apparently this is what my breaking point looks like.
As you can see, I have been very optimistic and not dramatic at all this week.
About a month-ish ago there was a pain the the ball of my foot while walking. It was intermittent and quickly went away when I stopped walking so I didn’t think much of it. Over time it became more frequent until spin class became too painful, then I felt like I was walking on pokey ball stickers <-technical term and walking resembled that of a penguin.
Yesterday I woke up unable to put weight on the ball of my left foot, so I hobbled into the podiatrist sad face in tow, 100% positive he was going to put me in a boot.
Oh but there is a piping hot cup of creamy, delicious coffee at the end of the tunnel.
He sent me to physical therapy and recommended I try Hoka One One shoes without custom orthotics.
This is the same exact thing I had last summer in the other foot. Except we skipped the whole ‘wear a boot for 8 weeks for NO REASON AT ALL’ and went straight to PT.
Rest assured poor Mike got some relief and even got to choose where we had lunch at, Dickeys BBQ in case you are wondering.
Side story: We were watching a documentary on sea life when Mike saw a sea turtle and said “hey, that’s my spirit animal” in the most calm, serious voice.
If you know Mike, then you will find this uncontrollably hilarious. It’s something you would never, ever expect him to say. I seriously can not even stop laughing and he definitely lightened the mood.
Moving on…we headed straight to The Treadmill in Carmel for some new kicks. Locals, go here! Chris & his team are amazeballz.
After trying a bunch of shoes on and walking around outside, I ended up with the Hoka One One Conquest.
Not the most fashionable shoes ever and pretty much the opposite of what I’m used to, but at this point if someone told me to strap oversized pillows on my feet, pat my head & rub my stomach at the same time, then I could run pain free, I would.
This running thing is really making me fight for it.
Has anyone had or have sesamoiditis or tendinitis?
Have you tried or have Hoka’s?
What is your spirit animal?