After almost a year, I went for my ‘first second opinion’. Plantar fasciitis was the confirmed root of my pain, by another specialist. Only this time I decided to see a foot specialist, rather than a foot & sports specialist, hoping for a new perspective. It was suggested that I have cortisone injections in my feet. I would have to have them done one at a time as I would have to be in a boot for a few weeks after each one. By this point I was frankly happy to try anything if it meant I could get back into running, especially if it meant I didn’t have to do any more acqua jogging or bike sessions! My parents and physio grounded me, reminding me of my tender age and side effects of the procedure. Whilst not being particularly invasive, it was still a needle which was going to be injected into the fatty pad of my heel which long term could cause it to become much thinner and cause even bigger issues. That in addition to the necessity of localising my pain for the procedure was an issue. My pain never returned to the same part of my foot, instead it would jump around my heel and there was also no one thing I could do to stimulate it (except from running/walking). We concluded this would therefore be a bad idea.
Coming back from injury is probably one of the most frustrating things in the world. I’m sure that anyone who’s experienced one will agree with me, even if it was just a little niggle that put you out for a week or so. Now try being injured for two years. I’m not trying to outdo anyone or anything like that because trust me I know it could be so much worse, but that doesn’t negate my frustration I have and do still experience.
I have found whilst trying to deal with my own injury troubles that there really is very little out there which you can identify with. You tend to feel as though everyone else (your competitors especially) are getting on and improving whilst you’re stuck in a rut, unable to progress. Whilst this of course is not necessarily true – as I know that now in my age group it is very uncommon for any athlete to be without some sort of niggle, it can still feel this way. Especially since on social media the majority of people want to portray the positive aspects of their lives and training, myself included. This is why I thought it was about time I shared some of my own frustrations and the truth behind living with injuries.
New Year is a time for reflection, rectifications and resolutions. It’s the one time of year the nation comes together to surmise and clarify their past; creating goals, ambitions and improvements for the forthcoming year.
I am an avid goal-setter and planner. I genuinely feel quite lost without a list beside me and adore that sense of accomplishment you get when you cross out something you’ve completed. That being said, this year I may have set my goals perhaps a little too high. Most of my goals were athletics orientated as having been injured for a year, by the end of 2016 I’d already had enough and thought that surely all of my injury issues would have subsided by the time I reached the end of 2017. Sadly not, but alas that is the way it goes.